All Chapters of Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done: Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

The string lights on the deck swayed in the sea breeze, and the cluster of stars in the northern sky shimmered overhead.Chris cupped the back of Winter’s head and lowered his head to kiss her. His lips moved from the corner of her mouth to her lips.But just as he was about to deepen the kiss, he stopped.He didn’t pull away.He only let out a quiet sigh, helpless against her lack of response.She didn’t resist him.But he knew that not resisting wasn’t the same as accepting.The bridge of Chris’s nose brushed against the tip of Winter’s, their faces close enough that they looked like lovers reluctant to part.He said nothing more.He only held her waist and let himself linger in this moment.The wind swept her long hair against the side of his neck, and it slid over his collarbone with a faint, familiar scent.Almost instinctively, Chris reached out, as if he could hold on to that fleeting trace of her.But the wind was too strong.His fingers closed around empty air.H

Chris set down the bottle.It was half past midnight. Winter had slept for a long time and wasn’t tired, but she was hardly more alert than Chris, who had just finished two bottles.That familiar feeling had returned. Her mind felt wrapped in fog, her thoughts slow to catch up. It was only after he finished drinking that she processed what he had actually said.She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it again.In the end, she said nothing.A cloud drifted across the full moon, and the stars, which had seemed dim under the bright moonlight, suddenly shone more clearly.Winter lifted her head and looked toward the northern sky.The star cluster named after her was glittering brightly.It was beautiful.Chris followed her gaze.She had always loved stars.She had always loved the moon.He had named a star cluster after her, and on this island, he had given her Crescent Lake.Before, he had never dared to give any of it to her.“This time, you ask first,” Chr

“Shut up!”Winter’s brows pulled tight, and the words came out almost the instant he finished speaking.Her emotions surged too sharply, making her already-red eyes look even redder. She turned toward the dark stretch of ocean in the distance, and a tear rolled down her face.“I did wonder once if Roy was you. But the thought only lasted a second before I dismissed it. Do you know why?”She forced down the hurt in her voice, but the corner of her mouth still trembled. Those memories were too painful. She couldn’t keep herself under control.Chris saw all of it.It felt as if someone had carved a piece out of his heart. Her tears seemed to fall straight into that hollow place, burning so badly his vision went dark for a moment.His hand shot out and gripped the edge of the table.Regret sank into his bottomless dark eyes.Why else could it be?“Because I hurt you too much,” Chris said hoarsely. “Too much for you to believe I could ever be the one protecting you.”Roy had save

Only after the sound of the helicopter blades had completely faded did Chris finally turn and walk toward the center of the island.The island wasn’t especially large. Chris owned other islands that were bigger and served more practical purposes, but this one was the most beautiful of them all.At the center of the island stood a villa almost as grand as the main house at Blackwood Manor. Flowers, grass, and tall, lush trees surrounded it. Behind the villa was a shooting range.The shooting range had been Winter’s idea.That year, they had stayed here for a month. Winter had cuddled up to him and coaxed him into teaching her how to shoot.Chris had never actually said yes. But that very night, he had Gavin arrange for a team to come to the island, take measurements, and plan out the shooting range.Later, Winter remembered that he was the one who had driven her parents to their deaths, and their relationship fell apart completely.It wasn’t until this spring that she finally use

Before Richie was discharged from the hospital, the main house at Blackwood Manor had already been prepared with a children’s room. It had a play area, a rest area, and an early-learning area.At that moment, Chris was sitting on the couch in a white T-shirt and black lounge pants, holding Richie in his arms.Richie leaned against him while drinking from his bottle.Every now and then, the back of his little head rubbed against Chris’s chest through the fabric of his shirt. To Richie, Chris’s firm chest was just the right amount of comfortable.Chris gently pressed a hand to his head.“Drink your milk properly.”Richie held the bottle with both hands and took two hard gulps.When he heard a knock at the door, he perked up and lifted his head toward the entrance.The moment he saw Gavin, he smiled and spat out the nipple.Gavin walked over, crouched in front of him, and raised a hand to stroke Richie’s head.“Good boy.”He had been back for a while. He had showered, changed h