Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 205

Winter climbed out of his arms and went to the window.

Five large armed helicopters were hovering outside the house, filling the sky. Their blades thundered as they spun, and the black bodies of the aircraft gleamed with a dark metallic shine in the sunlight.

The sheer pressure of it made her heart beat faster.

After nearly two full days of storm damage, seawater had flooded the island and left the whole place in ruins. Then, after the storm, the temperature dropped sharply overnight. The seawater that had rushed onto the island had frozen solid.

A layer of frost had formed on the outside of the window too.

It was easy to imagine how cold it was out there.

Winter lowered her eyes and let out a soft breath as she looked outside.

They were finally leaving.

Stranded on this island, time had passed faster than she ever expected.

She stood by the window for a moment, then turned and started toward the stairs.

Chris took a few long strides after her and pulled her back.

His hand closed around her wrist, and his dark eyes settled on her face. “I had them bring you some clothes.”

He lifted the comms earpiece at his neck. Without taking his eyes off her lowered lashes, he said in a low voice, ” Bring them up.”

Gavin came upstairs carrying two large bags.

They were all for Winter.

Everything she could need, from head to toe. A down jacket, insulated boots, a hat, a scarf, gloves, and even fresh underwear.

Before Winter went into the bathroom with the bags, she heard Dominic downstairs asking if Chris was up there and saying he wanted to come up. One of the bodyguards stopped him.

“Chris! Come on, Chris!”

Chris pulled on the military coat Winter had worn earlier. “Shut him up.”

“Yes, sir.” Gavin went back downstairs.

The bathroom door closed.

A moment later, Chris’s shadow appeared outside the bathroom door.

Winter quickly dragged a chair over and wedged it behind the door so the broken latch would not pop open again.

Chris’s brow tightened almost imperceptibly.

He took another drag, dropped the cigarette at his feet, crushed it under his boot, and started toward her.

After only two steps, he caught another sound outside, something different.

He turned sharply and looked out the window toward the sea.

Beyond the waves, a large ship was pulling up to shore.

A strange emblem flew from its flag.

And leading it in was a dark green armed helicopter.

Standing in the open cabin door was a tall man in a black overcoat, refined and composed.

Fabian looked at the five black helicopters surrounding the house and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Chris Xander’s always three steps ahead,” he said. “He already figured out I’d come today.”

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