No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 253

The sharp, clear sound of shattering glass drew everyone's attention to Ann.

Ann and Claudia's eyes met.

Claudia pouted and tossed the piece of fruit she had been holding to York's lips back onto the plate.

York sat impassively, his dark eyes fixed on that single piece of fruit in the bowl.

Seeing York's terrifyingly grim expression, Ann quickly stood up and apologized.

Peter called a waiter in to clean up the mess. To lighten the mood, he handed the dice to Darleen, signaling for the game to continue.

Darleen shot Ann a withering glare, then shook the dice with all her might and rolled an eight.

"Peter," Darleen pointed, "get over here."

The others began to hoot and holler.

Peter backed away fearfully. "Can I pick someone else?"

He had organized this gathering and invited Ann, so Darleen was clearly holding a grudge. A gentle touch was out of the question.

Seeing Peter cowering like a wimp, Darleen grew even more annoyed.

In a few strides, she closed the distance between them and landed a light, teasing slap on his rear.

After hitting him, she glared. "It's just a touch, you're not going to lose a chunk of flesh. What are you hiding for?"

Peter rubbed his smarting backside, forcing a smile as he helped her back to her seat. "Does your hand hurt? Want me to blow on it for you?"

Rock nudged Claudia with his elbow. "Claudia, is that girl Peter's weakness or what?"

In an empty private room at the end of the hall, Claudia pointed at Ann, exasperated. "If you keep dawdling, the party will be over. Do you want to bring your son into the Ferguson family or not?"

Ann was a complete mess, pressing a hand to her chest. "There are so many people in there, and he's right there watching. I'm too scared."

Claudia paced anxiously. York had an incredible tolerance for alcohol; it was almost impossible to get him drunk in a normal setting. More importantly, he had a peculiar habit: after leaving his seat, he would never use the same glass again. To make matters worse, he rarely left his seat unless he was going out for a smoke.

And for some reason, York hadn't stepped out for a single cigarette all night.

Ann secretly tried to hand the packet back to Claudia. "Why don't we switch seats? You can try."

Claudia pushed her hand away. "If I suddenly switch with you now, York will definitely get suspicious."

Her original plan had been to drug York's drink herself, but she never expected Peter to try and "help" by pushing Ann next to York from the very start.