No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 496

York called her childish but sat down anyway.

She started making a little clay figure, trying to make it look like him, while he sat beside her, scrolling through his phone.

She was clumsy, and it took her over an hour to finish the little figure.

Claudia looked at it in her hand. It really was childish.

With a soft thud, she tossed it into the trash can.

The clay figure, which already had cracks, shattered on impact.

At the same time, at the hospital.

By the time Peter and Darleen rushed to the hospital, York had just been moved to a private room.

The doctor explained that although York was out of immediate danger, he had severe stomach bleeding and would have to be hospitalized for treatment.

Inside the room, Old Mr. Ferguson and York's parents wore grave expressions.

Mark was so scared he hid outside the door, not daring to enter.

Peter tried to reason with York's parents. "Mr. Ferguson, since he's out of danger, why don't you go home and rest? I'll stay here and watch over him. I'll call you immediately if anything happens."

Old Mr. Ferguson, who had been silent the whole time, spoke in a low, heavy voice. "Sewell, you two come back with me. I have something to discuss with you."

Peter discreetly studied the old man's expression and said, "Grandpa Ferguson, Mr. Ferguson, York is already in this state. Please don't force him to get engaged to Marcia anymore."

Darleen quickly nodded in agreement. "Peter's right. An engagement isn't as important as my brother's life!"

Sewell pointed a finger at her. "You don't need to worry about your brother's affairs. Tomorrow, you will behave and go meet the person you're supposed to see."

Startled, Darleen hid behind Peter and didn't dare say another word.

Then, he walked over to the bed, pulled the blanket off York, and draped it over Darleen.

He then took a white sheet from the cabinet and covered York with it.

Peter knelt beside Darleen, his well-defined fingers gently poking her cheek. "You've never spoiled me, so how would you know if I'm a jerk too?"

He gently pinched her nose. "I think you're just like your brother York. You're a little rascal."

Peter's fingers lightly brushed against her lips. "You idiot. Sooner or later, you'll end up just like York—unwanted."

Unable to resist, Peter cupped her chin and leaned in for a quick kiss.

Licking his lower lip, savoring the taste, he was about to lean in for a second kiss.

A ghostly voice rose from behind him. "What are you doing?"