Chapter 85
Winter walked into the ward carrying a fruit basket, looking every bit the formal visitor paying respects to a patient rather than a wife tending to her husband.
Chris’s eyes darkened.
“Winter, how are your injuries? I went to your room, but William blocked me from seeing you. Still, knowing he was by your side all night puts my mind at ease,” Skyla, sitting at the small dining table nearest to the door, spoke with a gentle warmth.
She glanced at Winter as if nothing was wrong. “Have you eaten breakfast yet? If you haven’t, I can have someone bring you something p>
Winter didn’t even acknowledge her. Instead, she gave Zac a small nod. “I need to talk to him. Zac, you all should step out for a minute p>
“What could you possibly need to say that we can’t hear?” Skyla said, unfazed by being ignored.
Winter let out a quiet scoff. “Are you really that desperate to eavesdrop on private matters between a husband and wife p>
Skyla’s fingers tightened slightly around the bowl, and she smiled like she was amused. “Aren’t you the one making a fuss about divorce p>
“Argue all you want,” Winter said coolly, “but right now I’m still Mrs. Xander. If I tell you to leave, you leave. Especially you p>
She lifted her eyes and swept a cold look over Skyla’s caregiver. “Do I need to help you out p>
The caregiver didn’t know why, but the moment Winter looked at her, she flinched.
That look was something she had only ever seen on Chris.
Skyla lifted a hand to signal her. “Let’s step out for a bit p>
When Skyla reached the door, she offered one last “kind” reminder. “His fever just broke. He needs rest, so don’t you start saying p>
Winter didn’t let her finish. She walked over, shoved the caregiver lightly aside, and closed the hospital
room door.
Finally, some peace and quiet.
Winter rolled her neck once, then set the fruit basket down on the table like it weighed nothing. “You saved me, so I came to see you. I grabbed some fruit on the way. Thanks for saving me p>
She met Chris’s dark, watchful stare from the bed without backing down.
“Normally I wouldn’t say this right now, ” she continued, “but I’m not the patient type. Anyway, I brought the fruit. Now I need you to do me one more favor p>
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Chris didn’t say a word. He leaned against the headboard, face unreadable, and watched as she pulled a divorce agreement out of the pocket of her hospital gown.
A bright, almost playful smile lifted on her still–pale face. “Back in the valley, you promised me you would agree to anything I asked. You’re not going to go back on your word now, are you, Mr. Xander p>
Chris’s gaze stayed fixed on that too–bright smile. His lips parted.
“Bring it here p>
Winter raised her brows. She was surprised he agreed so easily, but the longer this dragged out, the more likely something would go wrong. The sooner he signed, the sooner she could get the divorce done.
She walked over and flipped the agreement open to the signature page. She had already signed on the line for the wife.
Chris didn’t even glance down. He kept his eyes on her the entire time, his voice hoarse and low. “A pen p>
Winter pulled a black signing pen from her other pocket and handed it to him.
Only then did he look away from her face and take the pen.
Winter watched without blinking. Maybe Chris really was that weak, because his fingers slipped. The pen dropped from his hand and fell beside the bed.
Winter bent down on instinct to pick it up. “Chris, don’t you dare play games with me p>
She didn’t even have time to straighten up.
A large hand clamped around the back of her neck. He forced her face down and kissed her, cutting off the sharp words on her lips.
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