All Chapters of Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Winter froze for a second, not understanding what he meant.William reached out and felt her forehead. Her temperature was back to normal. Then he said, “When you were brought to the hospital, you were just starting to regain some awareness, but the drug was also hitting you the hardest. They were about to wheel you in for a stomach pump, and you kept asking the doctor to find you a man. I was this close to covering your mouth myself.”Winter had been out of her mind. Of course she wouldn’t remember any of that.But she did remember hearing Chris tell the driver to take her to the hospital just before she lost consciousness in the car.“Was it Chris who brought me here?” Her voice came out dry and hoarse.If nothing unexpected had happened, Chris should have been in detention right now.Back in the car, all she could think about was not letting Chris touch her. She had been so focused on staying conscious and fighting the drug that she had completely forgotten his situation.“No

The moment she saw Winter sitting up in the hospital bed, Sasha’s brows drew together. She hurried to the bedside, put a hand on Winter’s shoulder, and started trembling with anger.“You’ve suffered so much.“I truly had no idea Steve would do something so monstrous to you. Winnie, I’m sorry. This is my fault. I failed to raise him right.”Winter could feel Sasha’s fingers shaking without stop. She reached out and held her hand in return.“Aunt Sasha, this has nothing to do with you.”“Did he... did he do anything to you?” Sasha asked, heartbroken, as she gently touched Winter’s face.Winter shook her head.She vaguely remembered Steve’s hot breath against her face. His lips had almost touched hers. If Roy hadn’t arrived in time, there was no telling what Steve might have done to her.Everything that happened after that was still blurry, but she knew she had been rescued. She just hadn’t expected Chris to intercept them, and things had almost gone too far between them.She pul

A harsh, raspy laugh scraped out of Steve’s throat. “Winnie’s waist is so soft. You have no idea how beautiful she was once the drug kicked in. When I had her under me, I almost wanted to give her everything...”Suddenly, a large hand clamped down on the back of his neck and yanked him off the bed.Caught off guard, Steve looked up and met a pair of icy black eyes. For a split second, it felt like he was looking at the same man who had nearly beaten him to death that night.The thought had barely crossed his mind before Chris dragged him down and slammed him hard onto the floor.Bang.Steve was already numb from the pain of multiple broken bones, but this impact sent fresh cracks of agony through him. Then a polished dress shoe came down on his trembling fingers.“And you think you were worthy of touching her?” Chris said, grinding his foot down on the back of Steve’s hand.At some point, the guard outside the iron door had disappeared. The room, the hallway outside, even the en

She couldn’t let Chris know that she had recognized the bracelet from the very beginning as one that had belonged to Winter’s mother.Otherwise, he would have seen through her real reason for asking for the bracelet in the first place. She had wanted to use it to get under Winter’s skin.Chris’s fingers paused on the document. Then he looked up, his black eyes deep and cold as still water.“Knew early on that it wasn’t what?”“Not the original one,” Skyla said, sounding regretful. “So it was switched out. Have you found out who did it?”“No.”After signing the document, Chris took the glass of water Gavin had just poured for him. He drank a sip, set it down, and rose to his feet.“Get some rest.”Was he leaving already?Instinctively, Skyla reached for the hem of his coat. Chris looked down, a faint crease appearing between his brows. Her hand froze in midair, and she had no choice but to pull it back.“I haven’t seen you in days. Can’t you stay and talk to me a little longer

Zion was speechless.Why did he suddenly feel like he had nothing to say?“Easy, easy.” Winter helped Roy over to the couch and lowered him carefully into a seat.“You should think about what Zion said,” she told him. “He’s a man, so it would be easier for him to help take care of you.”Roy set his cane beside the armrest and looked at Winter in silence for a moment. Then he typed on his phone, “I don’t like living with other people. And I’m not used to restaurant food.”Winter fell silent.He sure had a lot of preferences.That was when she noticed the grocery bag Zion had set on the table. Inside were vegetables and meat. Roy had just bought them himself.Was he seriously planning to cook for himself?The thought of him standing in the kitchen on a cane, washing vegetables, cutting meat, and trying to cook made Winter feel bad.She stood up, took off her coat, and rolled up her sleeves. “I’ll cook for you.”Roy typed, “Wouldn’t that be too much trouble?”“It’s not trouble