All Chapters of Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

A thin ribbon of smoke drifted up from the scented oil burner in the room, and the kettle hissed softly as the water boiled.Other than that, the only sound was Mrs. Xander Sr.’s faint, dying breaths.The silence was terrifying.Only now did Mrs. Xander Sr. finally understand why Chris could never let Winter go, and yet always acted in ways no one could quite figure out.It was because Winter didn’t just hold a place in his heart. It went even deeper than that.Chris slowly unclenched his fingers, which had gone white from how hard he had been gripping them. A strip of shadow from the bed curtains fell across his brow and eyes. “I’ll have the doctor come in and check on you.”Mrs. Xander Sr. only shook her head.There was no light left in her eyes. It was as if she was hanging on by nothing but her last breath.Chris understood as well as anyone that there was no point anymore. The moment he stepped into the room, he had already sensed that something was wrong.“Are you going

Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve.In past years, by this time the Xander estate would already be decorated for the holiday, warm and festive. But now everything was draped in white for mourning.The temperature had dropped to fourteen degrees below freezing. Thick clouds smothered the sky, blocking out every trace of sunlight.The stone pavement by the side gate of the Xander estate was bitterly cold and unforgiving.Winter remembered how Mrs. Xander Sr. had personally gone to the house of the distant relatives who treated her like an unwanted burden and brought her back to the Xander estate herself.Holding her close, Mrs. Xander Sr. had said, heart aching, “Such a sweet little girl, and none of them wanted you. Well, I do. I want you. I’m going to make them open their eyes and see that our Winnie is loved. From now on, you have a home again.”When Mrs. Xander Sr. found out Winter was being bullied at school, she had those students’ parents brought to the estate that very night for a

Roy stood outside the door, the brim of his black baseball cap pulled low.But he was so much taller than Winter that all he had to do was lower his eyes to take in her face, especially those eyes of hers that were usually bright and beautiful, but now red-rimmed and swollen.He pulled out his phone and typed, “I was passing by. Saw the lights on and came up to check on you.”So that was it.The TV in the living room was still playing the New Year’s Eve special. After dinner, William had the dining room cleaned up and even had people come in to put up holiday decorations.There were bright holiday decorations everywhere, and the whole place looked cheerful and festive, full of New Year’s spirit.And yet the whole place still felt heavy and empty, without the slightest real sense of celebration.The laughter from the TV audience only made the silence in the house feel worse. It made the place seem even more deserted.A flicker of embarrassment crossed Winter’s face. Her eyes wer

The sound of the waves rolled in around them, mixed with bursts of laughter from farther down the beach, but this little corner felt strangely quiet.Winter didn’t understand why Roy had told her not to set out a lantern for her baby.When it came to that child, all she felt was regret.She watched Roy’s fingers move slowly over his phone screen as he typed.“I don’t remember where I heard it.”Winter and Zion had always reacted to Roy the same way. They trusted him completely.“I see.” Winter looked at the lantern in her hands, then at the marker. In the end, she made up her mind. “Then I’ll use this one as a prayer.”Slowly, one word at a time, she wrote, “May everyone I love be safe.”She then held the marker out to him. “Roy, do you want to write anything?” The moment she did, Winter suddenly realized that someone as cool and distant as Roy probably wasn’t the type to do something like this.But to her surprise, Roy reached out and took the marker.Winter looked at him

“Was it you?”A warm amber lamp flicked on in the room.Steve’s face was twisted with rage, so close it was almost right in front of hers. He clamped a hand around Skyla’s throat and demanded through gritted teeth, “Was it you who told my grandmother?”With his hand crushing her neck, Skyla could barely breathe. At a moment like that, with death so close, most people would have panicked.But she sat there like a corpse, staring back at him with cold, lifeless eyes.Her face had turned red from lack of air, yet she still managed to curl her lips into a smile.A chill ran down Steve’s spine. His fingers jerked back as if he had touched something poisonous.Air rushed back into Skyla’s lungs, and the force of it made her clutch her throat and cough hard.Even as she coughed, Skyla kept her eyes locked on him. Her voice came out rough and hoarse. “An old woman dies, and this is how worked up you get?”Steve’s expression darkened even more.All his life, he had believed Mrs. Xande