No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 563

Watching the helicopter slowly ascend, Peter finally let out a breath of relief. "York, this is all I can do for you."

He had cajoled and tricked Eddy into helping lure Claudia to the airfield, and then tricked Claudia herself onto the helicopter.

Given Claudia's temper, regardless of whether York's proposal succeeded, he knew he was in for a few good slaps.

Around ten o'clock that night, the helicopter circled and landed on a small island.

Mark and a group of bodyguards hurried forward to greet them.

Mark stood waiting respectfully by the newly landed helicopter, his hands clasped.

When he saw his boss and the future Mrs. Ferguson step off the helicopter, he froze in disbelief.

Mark rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he was seeing things.

When he had seen his boss that morning, he was impeccably dressed and strikingly handsome.

Now, his boss's hair was a mess, his suit jacket was gone, his tie was askew, and a couple of buttons on his shirt were undone from the middle...

He looked like he had just been through a three-hour brawl with a wildcat.

Mark's mouth twitched uncontrollably as he quickly lowered his head.

Claudia's gaze fell on Mark in the distance, and she stopped what she was doing.

By her calculations, Mark had been York's assistant for over a year now.

Mark was an honest, steady, and decent person. His only flaw was that he was too obedient to York.

Claudia glanced around at the familiar surroundings.

This was York's private island.

It was where she and York had their honeymoon in their past life, and it was also the place where York had sworn he would never bother her again.

Even though it was after ten at night, all she could see were roses.

She spun around in place. The entire island was covered in roses; she was standing in an ocean of them.

In the distance, she could see white, purple, and champagne-colored roses, but not a single red one.

He said, "Let this island and all the creatures in this sea bear witness to my vow. I, York Ferguson, swear that I will cherish you, protect you, and love you!"

Claudia's fingers dug into the seams of her dress.

It seemed her sudden change of heart had really disrupted York's plans, forcing him to spout this nonsense.

"Claudia," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "will you marry me?"

The island was perfectly quiet in the dead of night.

In the middle of the romantic sea of roses, Claudia stood motionless.

York's eyes were red, and the hand holding the ring trembled slightly.

They both looked disheveled, from their hair to their clothes.

Their messy appearance felt symbolic of the path that had led them here.

Claudia looked down, her gaze locked on the diamond ring York was holding up.