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Chapter 166
The moment she looked up, the cold edge in Chris’s eyes shattered.
He leaned down and forcefully stifled her insults with a kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth until she couldn’t make a sound.
He pressed her back onto the bed, pinning down the hand with the IV so she couldn’t budge.
Winter was weak all over. The only part of her that still had any fight left was her mouth, and now even that had been silenced by him.
Her tongue grew numb under the intensity of the kiss. Only when she was gasping for air did Chris finally pull away.
His rough thumb grazed her swollen, glistening lips. His bottomless dark eyes locked onto her face, but his peripheral vision caught the frantic rise and fall of her chest, and his gaze drifted downward.
Winter was still gasping for air, completely unaware that when she struggled just now, the loose bra under her nightgown had shifted badly out of place.
Her silhouette was visible through the thin fabric. When she opened her eyes, she was caught off guard by the startling intensity of his dark stare.
Stubborn to the core, she wasn’t about to let him get away with taking advantage of her that easily. But just as she was about to start cursing again, Chris bent down and kissed her once more.
His hand cradled the back of her neck. His thumb brushed, almost trembling, over the small cut on her
jaw.
He stared into her defiant eyes, his expression darkening as he nipped at her tongue. Winter let out a sharp cry of pain and squeezed her eyes shut.
Chris let out a low laugh.
A moment later, he pulled the blanket back over her.
Then he stood up and left the room.
At least he still had some restraint. He hadn’t done anything more while she was sick.
After a while, she saw him come back carrying a clean set of pajamas.
Winter had been kissed so breathless she didn’t even have the energy to speak. All she could do was lie there and watch as Chris lifted the blanket again and changed her into dry clothes, his expression unreadable the entire time.
After Chris left the room, Winter fell asleep.
When she opened her eyes again, the IV needle had already been removed, her fever had broken, and someone had changed her pajamas again.
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By then, it was dark outside. Mrs. Young came in carrying a tray with a bowl of hot oatmeal and a few side dishes.
Winter remembered Chris’s rule. No eating in bed.
After all these years, it had become her habit too. No matter how bad she felt, she never ate in bed.
But when she started to throw back the blanket and get up, Mrs. Young stopped her. “Mr. Xander left instructions before he headed out. He wants you to eat and go straight back to sleep”
Mrs. Young had instinctively asked at the time, “Should I have her come downstairs to eat, or should I bring it up to the room p>
He had picked up his coat and said, “In her current condition, how far does she look like she can walk?
Let her eat in bed p>
After a few bites of the soft oatmeal, Winter smiled. “Mrs. Young, your oatmeal gets better every time p>
Mrs. Young just smiled and said nothing.
She hadn’t made it.
Meanwhile, in a hospital room, Skyla finally got to see the person she had been waiting for. Her eyes lit up the moment Chris walked in.
“Chris, you finally came p>
In his usual cool tone, Chris said, “I heard you had no appetite and couldn’t eat, so I had someone bring you food from Spring Garden p>
Skyla’s hand tightened under the blanket.
Spring Garden was a restaurant owned by the Davis family. She had never liked their food.
The one who liked it was Winter.
Still, Skyla told herself it didn’t matter. Chris had come to see her.
That alone was enough.
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A passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.