No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 730

Claudia's words, "I have no right," struck York like a physical blow, making him stumble backward. He kept retreating until his back hit the metal pole of the streetlight, which stopped his fall. Desperately, York made one last attempt. "Claudia, I know I've wronged you, and I don't expect you to forgive me. I just want to hear the truth from you. Do you really love Gideon? Are you truly sure about this?!"

Faced with York's barely contained desperation, Claudia spoke calmly. She looked him in the eye and said, "York, we've both lived two lives. You know I'm not doing this on a whim or out of spite." "When I was with you," Claudia said, "I never felt valued, let alone respected. Not just by you, but by your family as well."

"I haven't known Gideon for as long as I knew you," she continued, "but he always puts me first. For my sake, he's willing to offend the board of directors. For my sake, he actively keeps his distance from other women." "With him, he's always the one bending down for me. I never have to exhaust myself by standing on my tiptoes."

"He gives me dignity, he gives me respect. And because he values me, his family doesn't dare to look down on me." "What I want and don't want, what I like and what I can't stand... he knows with just a look, just a single glance." She looked at York and said, "This feeling—of being loved, of being cherished—is something I never once got from you!" She was lucky. And she would treasure it.

Every word from Claudia was like a dagger twisting in York's heart. He clutched the streetlight pole to keep himself upright. He thought back on all the little moments with Claudia: "York, that hairclip is so pretty, can you get one for me?" "York, it's the weekend, won't you just go for a walk with me?" "York, I learned to make this soup just for you. Please try it." "York, you're walking too fast. Wait for me..." … The memories were filled with Claudia, always the one giving, always the one chasing.

Seeing that York wouldn't take the bank card, Claudia placed it inside the suitcase. After closing it, she pushed it toward him. A sharp, twisting pain suddenly erupted in York's chest, and he clutched at his heart. Noticing York's deathly pale face, she took a cross from her pocket and placed it in his palm. "York," Claudia said, "Gideon and I went to the church yesterday to pray, and I bought this cross for you."

York looked down, staring blankly at the cross in his hand. Claudia forced a casual tone. "You must keep this cross with you always. For the sake of those who care about you, you have to take care of your health and live a long, long life." Coming down from the mountain that day, Gideon had known the cross wasn't for him and had been sulking all evening. But she still wanted to give it to York. She didn't want to dwell on the past. In this life, she was going to live well. And she hoped York could, too.

Seeing Gideon get out of a car in the distance, Claudia said to York, "Gideon's here to pick me up. You should head back, too." The evening wind tousled Claudia's long hair, lifting the hem of her skirt and stretching her shadow long across the pavement. York stood under the streetlight, clutching the cross she had gotten for him, and watched as Claudia ran into Gideon's arms. After all the ways he had hurt her, she had still prayed for a protective charm for him, wishing him a long life.