Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 45

The car was warm inside. Winter had taken off her coat at the club, and even though she was dressed lightly, Chris had wrapped her tightly in his overcoat. She didn’t feel cold at all.

The warmth soaked into her, and the alcohol hit her all at once.

After blurting out that question, her head started to sway. Then a large, firm hand came up behind her head and gently guided her to lean back.

Her head rested lightly against Chris’s chest. Her cheeks were flushed, and in the dim light, her long lashes looked heavy and damp, as if she had been weeping in her sleep.

She kept mumbling the same word, over and over.

“Divorce… divorce…”

“Just how much did you drink?” His voice was low, almost a rumble.

Winter’s eyes drooped as she muttered something under her breath.

“What did you say?” he asked.

Chris pinched her chin and lifted her face. “You can’t even get your words out straight, and you’re still talking nonsense.”

To his surprise, she slapped his hand away. Her head bobbed up and down like a pecking chick.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” she protested. “Do you even know who I am?

“I am Winter Scott, Senior Journalist for the Liono City News Department.

“And my buddy… no, wait. My bestie won Best Actor. Best Actor, okay? The Zeller heir. So ridiculously hot!”

Chris’s expression darkened. He caught her chin again. “And who else are you?”

“…” Winter struggled to keep her eyes open, her head wobbling.

Leaning against his chest, she spoke in a low, unsteady voice.

“I’m Chris Xander’s wife.

“But we’re about to get divorced…”

The last words dissolved into a broken, tearful sound.

The car drove smoothly for more than ten minutes, leaving the noise of the city behind.

Winter lay quietly against him now. She didn’t talk or fuss.

Chris took off his glasses and set them aside. He looked down at the half–asleep woman in his arms.

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The hand resting at the back of her head paused slightly.

that hard for you?”

She lifted her hand and poked his chest with her index finger. Once. Then again. Each word came with another jab.

“Come on. I’ll teach you. DIVORCE. Say it.”

Chris lowered his gaze to the pale finger pressing against his chest. His eyes darkened. When she jabbed him one last time, he caught her finger in his hand.

“Are you done?” he asked quietly.

She tried to pull her hand free, but his grip didn’t loosen. Her temper flared.

“Can you act like a man for once?” she shot back.

His jaw tightened.

“So I can’t perform,” he said hoarsely, his voice rough in his throat. “And that’s why you want a divorce?”

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Alcohol truly loosened tongues in the worst ways.

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