Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Winter’s lip was bitten raw. She cried out in pain as Chris slowly released her. Without the lenses of his glasses to soften them, his eyes were filled with raw aggression.

He raised a hand, wiping the smear of blood from his lip with his thumb. The hand gripping the back of her neck tightened as he leaned in, his lips grazing her earlobe in a cruel whisper. “Winter Scott, don’t cross my line.”

Winter trembled with anger. Her voice came out hoarse and dry. “Then don’t cross mine either. Worst case, we both go down together. I’ve got one life, and I’m ready anytime.”

“Want to die that badly?” Chris stared at her with those deep eyes.

“You can try,” Winter said, not backing away as she met his cold, sharp gaze head-on.

Chris seemed to dismiss her words entirely.

The arm around her waist tightened, holding her in place with ease. With his other hand, he brushed her hair aside, revealing a face that was flushed but smudged with grime.

“You look a mess,” he said.

“Let go of me.”

Instead of releasing her, Chris gave an order. “Drive. Back to Blackwood Manor.”

The car started.

Winter was pulled back into his arms again. Just as she was about to curse him, he lowered his head and kissed her once more, silencing her.

By the time the car pulled into Blackwood Manor, Chris carried Winter out of the car.

When Mrs. Young saw them, her face immediately lit up with joy.

She knew it. Winter must have moved out because she and Chris had argued. Now it looked like he had made up with her.

That was wonderful.

“Mr. Xander, ma’am, have you had dinner yet? If not, I’ll go prepare something right away.”

“No need,” Chris said as he carried Winter upstairs. “Just prepare hers.”

Mrs. Young was stunned but asked no further questions and turned toward the kitchen.

Chris kicked open the master bedroom door and flicked on the lights, dragging Winter straight into the ensuite bathroom. He sat her down by the vanity. “Clean your face before you say another word.”

This was Chris’s master bedroom. This was only the second time Winter had stepped foot in here since

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they were married.

The first time was last spring. Chris had come to her room drunk and slept with her. They were together several times, until the bed was no longer fit to use. He then carried her into the master bedroom. In this very bathroom, he pulled her back to him and took her one more time.

Nothing here had changed.

Winter knew Chris had a mild obsession with cleanliness. He couldn’t stand anything dirty.

Deliberately trying to provoke him, she grabbed a clean towel from the rack and roughly wiped her face.

She didn’t realize how dirty it was until she finished. The white towel had turned gray.

She tossed the towel in front of him. After wiping away the ash and grime, her face returned to its natural, delicate beauty.

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