Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

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Chapter 92

Late at night, Winter’s fever finally broke completely. She was so exhausted and weak that she fell into a deep sleep.

William was resting in the adjoining suite. The entire room was so quiet that the only sound was Winter’s faint, steady breathing.

At some point, the wind outside the window had stopped.

A tall, upright shadow stood beside her bed.

His hand reached out and lightly touched Winter’s pale lips.

His thumb pressed against her lower lip, tracing it with an intimate, lingering friction. His fingertips wandered upward, sliding from her chin to her jawline, then to her earlobe finally coming to rest at the outer corner of her eye.

A very soft chuckle slipped out.

Winter didn’t notice a thing.

He lifted the fingers that had just touched her face and brought them to his lips, kissing them gently.

His dark eyes stayed fixed on her as he murmured in a low, husky voice, thick with yearning. “Winnie…”

The tall figure braced himself on either side of her pillow and leaned down, slowly closing the distance to her face.

In her sleep, Winter felt a dull ache low in her belly. She frowned and turned over without waking.

All of a sudden, something brushed across her lips. It was soft and cool.

Her eyes snapped open. The room was dim.

The strange sensation lingered for a second, and then she realized what it was. A lock of her hair had slipped across her mouth when she turned.

“Why am I so jumpy today?” she muttered to herself.

After daybreak, Zac accompanied the orthopedic doctor to Chris’s room for morning rounds.

He didn’t expect to see Skyla there already.

“Skyla, you don’t have to come every day,” Zac said as he took off his mask and glanced at Chris’s breakfast. “Chris has us to look after him. Traveling back and forth is hard on you.”

The food had clearly been prepared by Skyla herself.

To cook all of this and bring it to the hospital, she must have gotten up before sunrise.

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Skyla frowned, her worry evident.

“Rewrap it,” Chris finally commanded, his voice a low, magnetic rasp.

A knock sounded at the door.

Gavin went over and opened it.

Outside, a bodyguard was pushing a wheelchair.

He leaned in and said quietly to Gavin, “Mr. Zeller sent this over. He said it’s to thank Mr. Xander for saving his wife.”

Even saying it made him uncomfortable. Saving his wife. Whose wife was he talking about, exactly?

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