Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283

There was a trace of reluctance and regret in her bitter smile. She drew in a sharp breath, then clasped Winter’s

hand in return.

“Winnie.”

With the mask gone, a familiar face was revealed.

Winter froze.

“Aunt Sasha?”

She tightened her grip on Sasha’s arm at once, a wave of delayed fear crashing over her.

“Aunt Sasha, are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?”

With one hand still supporting Sasha, Winter slipped the other arm around her back, helped her up from the ground, and brushed the dust from her clothes.

Sasha inhaled lightly, then shook her head.

“I just banged my knee.”

“Let me see.”

Winter crouched down and carefully lifted the hem of Sasha’s dress to her knee. Sure enough, the skin around it was already red.

Sasha lowered her head and glanced at it.

“It’s fine. You were driving slowly, so it wasn’t a hard hit.”

“I’m taking you to the hospital to get checked out.”

Winter pulled open the passenger door, but Sasha caught her hand.

“No, it’s just a little bump. There’s no need to go to the hospital. I hate that hospital smell.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” Sasha gave her a reassuring look. “I’m really fine. You got scared, didn’t you?”

As she spoke, she gently brushed back the hair that had slipped over Winter’s shoulder when she bent down.

“As long as you’re okay.”

Winter glanced back at the apartment building behind them, then voiced the question on her mind.

“What are you doing here?”

It was only eight in the morning. Sasha lived a long way from here, and with the time it took her to get ready, she would have had to be up before six.

Sasha let out a small breath of relief and slid into the passenger seat.

“Well, that is lucky,” she said with a smile.

When they arrived at The Jasper Room, Winter helped Sasha out of the car.

“I’ll walk you in.”

“No need.” Sasha urged her on. “Go take care of your own business. I’ve already held you up long enough.”

As she spoke, she lifted a hand toward the attendant at the entrance to the lounge, and someone immediately came over to help her.

With a smile, she said to Winter, “Go on.”

The attendant helped her inside and escorted her to the elevator. They rode up to the private third-floor level.

“All right, that’s enough. I’ve got it from here,” Sasha said, brushing the attendant’s hand away.

Once the attendant left, she looked at the door in front of her. She didn’t knock. She pushed it open and immediately saw the man standing by the window with his back to her.

His gaze was fixed on the direction the car that had just dropped her off had gone.

Sasha closed the door behind her and curled her lips into a smile.

“Still watching?”