No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 292

Looking straight into Claudia’s eyes, York said, “What I did at the restaurant was wrong. I’m sorry.”

Claudia's expression was one of pure shock. In the more than twenty years she had known York, this was the first time she had ever heard him say he was sorry.

She couldn't help but ask, "York, did Ann cheat on you or something?"

His face darkened slightly.

"Claudia, I know you're disappointed in me, and I know you're hurting," he said. "Let's forget all the unhappiness from the past. I won't let Ann make you feel insecure again. Can we just be okay?"

Seeing her frown without a word, York softened his tone. “The Vance family is having a dinner tomorrow night. Come with me.”

It suddenly made sense to Claudia. "So that's it. You just want me there to make you look good, don't you?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Everything I've said to you tonight has been from the heart. If you really don't want to go, I won't force you."

"Oh," Claudia said flatly. "Then I'm not going."

York visibly restrained himself from pressing the issue further. He took a small hair tie out of his pocket and held it out to her.

"I saw your old one was broken on the bathroom sink this morning, so I bought you a new one," he said. "It has the bow you like."

Claudia didn't take it.

"York, it's not that I like bows," she said softly. "I liked that hair tie because it was a gift from my York. That's why I cherished it."

York's eyes softened, a flicker of emotion stirring within them.

He murmured her name, "Claudia..."

He knew it. She still had feelings for him.

"But the man standing in front of me now is Ann's lover," she continued, her voice hardening. "He's the father of her child. I can't possibly accept a gift from him."

She was curious to see how the Fergusons would react when she, Mrs. Ferguson, showed up at the Vance family dinner as Mr. Cyrus's date.

At eight o'clock that evening, the Vance family's dinner was in full swing. York arrived with his parents. His handsome, chiseled features, his perfectly tailored black suit, and his impressive six-foot-three frame gave him a commanding presence. Combined with his noble yet icy aura, he instantly became the center of attention. Even business veterans who had been in the game for decades treated him with immense respect.

York and his parents were quickly surrounded. A middle-aged socialite asked, "Mr. Ferguson, did your wife not join you this evening?"

"My wife is swamped with work and couldn't get away," York replied smoothly. "I'll bring her to visit another time."

The Vance family elders chimed in, praising Claudia for being sensible, beautiful, and career-driven.

Just as everyone was vying to flatter York, a young woman pointed toward the entrance. "Hey, isn't that Mrs. Ferguson?"

York and the crowd turned in unison.

There, at the entrance, was Claudia. Dressed in a stunning, ethereal blue evening gown, she pushed Cyrus's wheelchair forward, gliding into the room under the astonished and admiring gazes of every guest.