No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 558

He would take the lead in any way he could.

York asked Peter, “I want to plan a proposal. You’re always at these kinds of events, so give me some advice.”

“That’s easy,” Peter said, clearing his throat. “There isn’t a girl alive who doesn’t love romance.”

He suggested, “You own a luxury yacht, don’t you? Decorate that, and it’ll be the perfect venue.”

The word ‘yacht’ made York’s expression slowly freeze.

Seeing York’s lack of interest, Peter tried again. “Or we could book out Harbourfront Street and decorate it. At night, Harbourfront Street is beautiful and romantic. Any girl would love it.”

York’s gaze drifted away, evasive.

A familiar pain began to ache deep in his heart.

When York still showed no interest, Peter sighed. “Look, if you don’t want to put too much effort into it for Claudia, at the very least, you need to order a cake, buy a bouquet of roses, and post on your social media after she says yes to show your devotion. That’s how it’s done.”

A roar filled York’s head, and his chest heaved. Yacht, beach, cake, flowers, social media posts…

These were all his past regrets.

They were the thorns forever embedded in Claudia’s heart, wounds that could never heal.

Noticing York’s low spirits, Peter patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Claudia’s just being dramatic. She once pretended to be sick just to get you to spend time with her. I’ll set something up in a couple of days, get Claudia to come, and you can find a chance to win her over.”

The pain in York’s heart slowly subsided.

Peter was right.

This was exactly how Claudia had been before they were married. She was always acting out to get his attention, to make him spend more time with her.

She was probably just being her usual dramatic self, trying to get him to make the first move, to confess his feelings to her.

He had been too hasty.

He should have planned a romantic proposal before they went to city hall, confessed his love properly, and made her feel cherished.

Peter and Darleen exchanged a glance, and Darleen grabbed her purse and darted out of the room.

“Sorry about this, Claudia,” Peter said. “York drank too much and kept calling your name. He has a private suite upstairs. Since you two are about to get your marriage license, it should be fine for you to stay and take care of him for the night, right?”

With that, Peter closed the door, grabbed Darleen who was waiting outside, and they vanished.

Claudia leisurely sat down next to York.

She knew his alcohol tolerance; most people couldn’t drink him under the table. Besides, he never attended these kinds of gatherings.

Drunk? Calling her name?

She didn’t believe it for a second.

Claudia cracked her knuckles and gave York a little shove.

When he didn’t react, her hand slowly moved to his inner thigh, and she gave him a sharp, hard pinch.