Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Late at night, Winter’s fever finally broke completely. She was so exhausted and weak that she fell into a deep sleep.William was resting in the adjoining suite. The entire room was so quiet that the only sound was Winter’s faint, steady breathing.At some point, the wind outside the window had stopped.A tall, upright shadow stood beside her bed.His hand reached out and lightly touched Winter’s pale lips.His thumb pressed against her lower lip, tracing it with an intimate, lingering friction. His fingertips wandered upward, sliding from her chin to her jawline, then to her earlobe finally coming to rest at the outer corner of her eye.A very soft chuckle slipped out.Winter didn’t notice a thing.He lifted the fingers that had just touched her face and brought them to his lips, kissing them gently.His dark eyes stayed fixed on her as he murmured in a low, husky voice, thick with yearning. “Winnie…”The tall figure braced himself on either side of her pillow and leaned do

As soon as Winter got home, she felt a sudden, warm rush between her thighs.She hurried to the bathroom and stripped off her pants. Sure enough, there was a flash of bright red blood. The dull, dragging ache in her lower abdomen began to dissipate, as if a blocked valve had finally been forced open. Now that the flow was unobstructed, the pain vanished.In truth, a single thought had flickered through her mind on the drive home. What if she was pregnant?But she had quickly dismissed it as impossible. One time, she took the morning-after pill. The other time, Chris didn’t anything inside her. The probability was practically zero. What she was seeing now proved it. She was definitely not pregnant.When she came out of the bathroom, she heard William telling Zion to keep a close eye on her after he left.He had to go back to his film set that afternoon.“William,” Winter called.William turned and walked over to her. “This shoot should wrap faster than expected, so I should be

Winter frowned. She used to think Chris was the type of man who kept his private and professional lives strictly separated. She thought he wouldn’t mess with something just to get back at someone.Now, she wasn’t so sure.“Did he specify what he was unhappy with?” she asked.After that interview, she had gone to dinner with Zac and was subsequently kidnapped. During her hospitalization, William had forbidden her from touching any work, but she had managed to review the interview footage during the three-day holiday break.It was almost impossible to find anything wrong with it.The editor shook his head. “The team at Xander Corporation didn't coordinate with me directly. They haven't disclosed any specific points of dissatisfaction from Mr. Xander. They simply stated you need to conduct the interview again.”Winter’s expression remained unreadable. She gave a curt nod. “Fine. I’ve got it.”Wendy’s gaze lingered on her. No one else knew the truth, but Wendy did. Chris was Winter’

Winter adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders. The moment she heard Steve’s voice, she knew exactly who had arrived.Her first instinct was to walk away without a backward glance, but she reminded herself why she was here. She had come here to corner Chris. She couldn’t leave now.With a reluctant sigh, she slowly turned around.The wind caught her loose hair and lifted the ends into soft waves. Under the lights, the strands picked up a faint blue sheen. Her features, accentuated by the makeup artist’s deft touch, possessed a rare, seductive allure that was far from her usual understated look. It was a beauty so breathtaking even the breeze seemed to favor her. A stray lock of hair swept past the corner of her shimmering eyes, subtle and effortless, and somehow it still pulled attention.Winter had the kind of figure that even loose, casual clothes couldn’t hide. As she turned, the fitted gown traced the curve of her waist and hips in a way that made the proportions look

Winter’s scalp prickled. In the pitch dark, her senses sharpened.The arm around her was too tight. Rough fingertips pressed into her shoulder like he was trying to pull her into him. The room was full of voices, but she could hear her own heartbeat, and the other person’s, too.Thump. Thump. Thump.Panic and humiliation hit at the same time. She was about to strike, but another thought stopped her. Maybe he had mistaken her for someone else. Sam’s words surfaced in her head. “Think twice. Don’t act on impulse.”“Sir, you have the wrong person,” she started.Before she could finish, someone clamped a hand around her chin. A sharp force tipped her face upward, and something soft pressed to her lips.She felt the other person’s tongue push, trying to pry her mouth open.Winter stopped caring who was hosting tonight and who this man might be. If he dared do this to her, he would pay for it.Her hand swept across the table, grabbed the first thing she touched, and swung hard.Th