Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268

The private guards slipped quietly back into position around the house. Chris went up the steps as one of the bodyguards opened the front door for him.

A gust of cold wind swept inside, stirring the heavy curtains across the room.

By the window, Skyla looked up abruptly from the book in her hands. Her palm was wrapped in gauze from the scrape she got that morning when she fell out of her wheelchair.

The second she saw Chris, fear and relief washed over her face. Her voice caught as she said, “Chris, thank God you came.”

Sean really was capable. He had actually found this place.

Her wheelchair rolled forward until she stopped in front of him. “When I saw all those people outside just now, I really thought Sean was going to take me away.

“When can I go back to Westbury? This place is beautiful too, but I still like it better there.

“I have a feeling I’m not going to sleep tonight. I’m not used to sleeping in a new place.”

But when she saw how cold his face was, the bit of relief on her face slowly disappeared.

“Chris, what’s wrong?”

“Have you had enough?”

His voice was cool and distant, like ice water poured straight over her. It cut her off on the spot.

Her expression stiffened. “Chr…”

“Do you really not know why Sean Zeller was able to find this place?”

Skyla looked up into his detached eyes. She parted her lips, trying to explain. “I didn’t…”

“You didn’t what?” Chris said flatly. “You didn’t leak your location?”

Under the pressure of his gaze, she couldn’t hold out any longer. Her eyes reddened almost at once.

She couldn’t hide it from him.

“I admit it,” she said, biting her trembling lip. “I let my location slip. But I only did it because I wanted to see you.”

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Skyla was just about to say more when Chris cut her off, cold and merciless.

“Stop using self–harm or danger to get me to come see you. Slitting your wrist. Shooting yourself. Once you do it enough times, it stops meaning anything.”

Her expression changed instantly. “How did you know…?”

Chris’s expression didn’t change. “Your wound was obvious.”

That day, when he had signaled for the caregiver to pull aside Skyla’s collar and saw the gunshot wound on her shoulder, he had known immediately.

If someone had really fired at her from that range, she wouldn’t have walked away with just a shoulder wound. She would have died.

And Skyla had almost forgotten. Chris had served in the military. He had handled all kinds of firearms since he was young. One look was enough for him to tell whether a shot had been fired from close range or from a distance.

Skyla rushed to explain. “Chris, I just wanted…”

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