No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 489

As Mark and the bodyguards rushed over from the beach, Claudia, with red-rimmed eyes, walked away without looking back. After all the stumbles and hardships to get here, the ending didn't justify the journey, and the thought was heartbreaking.

York was pulled from the water by Mark, his condition at its absolute worst. Seeing Claudia’s thin figure stumbling weakly on the sand, he pushed away the people supporting him, fighting through his own discomfort.

Just as Claudia was about to faint from low blood sugar, York lunged forward. He slid to his knees on the sand, catching her just before she hit the ground.

Mark quickly administered an emergency glucose gel to her.

Kneeling on the sand, York held Claudia tightly in his arms. He kissed her forehead over and over, his heart aching as he repeatedly whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Mark tried to reason with him. “Mr. Ferguson, even if you don’t care about your own health, you have to think about Ms. Claudia. She has low blood sugar and hasn't been eating. If this continues, her body will give out.”

Seeing the way York’s arms were trembling as he held Claudia, Mark didn’t dare say more.

When Claudia woke up again, it was already dark. She left the bedroom and walked out onto the ocean-view terrace. She stood beside York at the railing, gazing out at the dark blue sea.

York’s reaction was a bit slow. When he noticed Claudia beside him, he quickly stubbed out his cigarette and took off his jacket to drape it over her shoulders.

Claudia looked up at him. Their eyes met, and York’s gaze instantly darkened. His eyes were slightly red, and his voice was low and hoarse with deep exhaustion. “I’ll get you a clean cloak.”

Claudia stopped him, pulling the jacket tighter around herself.

“I remember when I was little,” Claudia recalled, “I used to run over to the Ferguson family’s house all the time. Darleen was so cheerful, we were practically inseparable. Your mother was so gentle and beautiful, and incredibly kind to me. Your grandfather and your father seemed stern, but they were decent to me. I cherished that sense of family.”

She glanced at York again, her tone soft. “I remember that time I snuck out with Darleen after school to go play. It started pouring rain, and you and Peter found us. The four of us huddled under an eave, sharing a small bag of cookies.”

“Those were happy days,” Claudia said.

York was crying, his voice raw. He lowered his head like a child who had done wrong, softly calling her name and repeating “I’m sorry” over and over.

In the face of his tears and apologies, Claudia just shook her head. “If I hadn't been so foolish as to insist on marrying you, so blinded by love that I actually thought I could win your heart someday even though I knew you didn't love me, we all probably would have stayed happy.”