No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 252

Peter rolled the dice. Everyone chanted for a seven, but he rolled an eight.

Peter rubbed his hands together. "Six, my boy, come over here and let me touch you."

Rock Sayer, who had been quietly sipping his chocolate milk next to Claudia, was so freaked out by Peter's lecherous expression that he leaped onto the back of the sofa. "Peter, stay away from me!"

Sensing trouble, Claudia quickly moved out of the way.

The next thing she knew, Peter had tackled Rock Sayer.

When everyone recovered, Rock Sayer was sputtering with rage, and Peter was holding a men's leather belt.

The room filled with cheers and laughter.

Unfazed, Claudia retrieved the belt for Rock Sayer. Having grown up with Peter, she was used to these antics.

As he threaded the belt back through his loops, Rock Sayer muttered, "If I win later, I swear I'm pulling that idiot's pants down."

Claudia couldn't help but sigh. *A man's competitive spirit is a terrifying thing.*

Peter had kicked things off with a bang, and everyone was having a great time.

But Claudia's attention remained fixed on Ann.

She watched as Ann made several failed attempts, and her anxiety grew. If this kept up, the party would be over before she had a chance to knock York out.

After a few more rounds, it was Ann's turn to roll.

Under everyone's expectant gazes, she rolled an eight.

Claudia was a little disappointed. A seven would have given Ann a chance to pass the drug mouth-to-mouth.

She watched with a dismissive pout as Ann, encouraged by the cheers, touched York's hand.

Ann felt a thrill of excitement when York didn't pull away.

Out of the corner of his eye, York glanced at Claudia. He saw her watching him and Ann with rapt attention, her expression even more engrossed than Peter, the professional gossip.

She had been waiting for an opportunity, and here it was.

Seeing Ann fumbling with the bottle, Claudia took the initiative to spear a piece of fruit with a fork to distract York.

York saw Claudia approaching with the fruit, and the moodiness that had plagued him all evening began to lift.

*Such a dishonest woman.*

She claimed not to care, but she was obviously deeply concerned. She had been so tense moments ago, clearly afraid he would roll a seven or an eight and do something intimate with Ann in front of her. The moment she heard he rolled for a drink, she immediately brightened up.

York's gaze fell on the fruit Claudia offered, but he didn't take it.

To provide cover for Ann, Claudia moved the fruit directly to York's lips.

Just then, there was a sharp crack.

Claudia turned to see that Ann, in her nervousness, had knocked over a glass on the coffee table.