No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 277

Claudia had no idea what he was talking about and hung up.

A few minutes later, outside the master bedroom on the second floor of Grant Manor, Claudia exchanged a look with Dr. Jesse, who had accompanied her, and they mustered their courage to enter.

Claudia cautiously observed the man in the wheelchair by the floor-to-ceiling window. It was Cyrus. He wore black trousers and a deep V-neck suit jacket in a dark red over a black shirt, unbuttoned to reveal a hint of his lean chest muscles.

His features were sharp and defined, his expression cold, his eyes dangerous. A small red mole just below the corner of his left eye added a sinister, dampening touch to his rebellious nature. If one had to describe him in a single phrase, it would be: wild personality, wild physique, and wild gaze.

Cyrus's dangerous eyes settled on Claudia. "You're York's wife?"

His voice was a deep, smoky baritone—rich like strong tea, rumbling right through the chest.

"Mr. Cyrus," Claudia corrected, "my name is Claudia Watkins, and I am your attending physician."

Cyrus raised a hand. His trusted aide, Oliver, turned the wheelchair around so Cyrus's back was to them.

"I don't need the Fergusons treating me," Cyrus said. "Get out."

Claudia and Dr. Jesse exchanged a glance.

After a brief hesitation, Claudia said, "Mr. Cyrus, York and I are in the middle of a divorce. I am not a Ferguson."

The wheelchair slowly turned, and Cyrus's gaze landed on Claudia once more.

Claudia spoke frankly. "York wronged me. He found another woman and even has a son with her. I'm actually hoping to help you recover as quickly as possible so you can help me settle this score."

Cyrus gave a low, almost careless chuckle, yet it carried a magnetic, unnerving weight.

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