Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 333

Chris reached out and brushed the loose strands of her hair back, then slid his hand down and caught her wrist. ” We’ll talk after you eat.”

“Not this again…” she muttered under her breath.

She tried to yank her hand free. “Forget it. I don’t even care that much anymore.”

But even without tightening his grip, she still couldn’t pull away.

A faint hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. “If you don’t want to know, fine. You’re still eating.”

He glanced at her, his gaze dropping to her hair, which the sea breeze had already messed up again.

There was nothing on her wrist. No hair tie.

Chris looked around, then reached out and snapped a pale purple wildflower from the side of the path. Its long green stem was thin but flexible.

The moment he let go of her wrist, she darted away like a rabbit breaking out of a cage.

“Every inch of this island is under my control,” he said calmly. “Where exactly do you think you’re going?”

“As long as it’s not with you, anywhere works,” she shot back. “What, should I just go soak in the ocean?”

“You want to go for a swim?”

It was like hitting a brick wall. She knew he was doing it on purpose.

“You’re unbelievable!” she snapped.

Seeing her try to run again, Chris took a few long strides after her.

“Come here.”

He caught her again and pulled her back in front of him.

“I could give you a thousand–meter head start and you still wouldn’t outrun me,” he said evenly. “You’d end up right back here.”

The wind lifted her hair, blowing it into her eyes. She raised her hand in frustration, but he moved first. He gathered her hair and swept it back.

Using the flower’s stem, he tied her hair loosely behind her head to keep it from blowing around.

The green stem and soft purple bloom stood out against her dark, glossy hair, giving her a delicate, almost soft look that didn’t match the tension in her expression.

“Eat first,” he said. “Your stomach’s been growling the whole way.‘

He caught her wrist again and led her toward the house in the center of the island.

His grip on her wrist tightened slightly.

“If you stop running around and causing trouble, I won’t lie to you,” he said flatly.

There it was again.

She didn’t even bother arguing this time. She just followed him in silence as they approached the house.

From the helicopter, she had only seen the exterior. Now that she was closer, she realized it was nearly the same size as the main house at Blackwood Manor and even looked similar.

No wonder it had felt familiar from above.

Two guards stood outside. Inside, she spotted two housekeepers at a glance.

Everything looked orderly.

And yet something felt off.

It wasn’t until she sat down at the dining table that she finally realized what it was.