Chapter 355
Chapter 355
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Chapter 355
Winter watched as Chris took the bottle that should have been hers.
Her expression stiffened for a moment, but she gave up the thought of snatching it back.
She stayed seated across from him, quietly watching as he finished the entire bottle and set it down.
“Don’t regret it.” Chris’s hoarse voice sounded forceful, but beneath it was something she couldn’t quite name.
A plea.
Yes. Winter heard a trace of pleading in it.
And it had come from Chris Xander, of all people. From a man who had always stood so far above everyone else, cool, noble, and untouchable.
She had only had two glasses. How was she already drunk enough to start hallucinating?
Her fingers paused slightly.
But when she looked at him again, his eyes were clear and calm, as if nothing had happened.
Winter picked up a new bottle. She lowered her head and stared at the bubbles in her glass for a long time before finally asking, “Have you ever missed that child p>
If the baby had survived, he would be one year and one month old now.
But he had already become a little angel.
Chris’s dark, bottomless eyes fixed on her lashes as they slowly grew damp. His fingers curled into a loose fist, the joints tightening.
Before coming upstairs, he had received a call from the hospital.
Richie had finally woken up after sleeping for an entire day.
If they still couldn’t find a suitable bone marrow donor, his condition would only get worse.
Richie’s situation was unusual, and the stem cells he needed were just as specific. If an ordinary person’s chance of finding a matching donor was one in ten thousand, then Richie’s chance was one in ten million. Maybe even one in a hundred million.
Chris slowly unclenched his hand.
Then he picked up the whole bottle.
He chose to drink.
Winter caught the movement from the corner of her eye, and her chest felt heavy.
But somehow, it also felt expected.
After they lost the child, they had never talked about it.
Chris had never shown anything in front of her either.
It was as if that child had never existed at all.
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After Chris finished the bottle, Winter picked up her own glass and drained it.
She let out a low, bitter laugh. “That’s fine p>
Two bottles meant nothing to Chris.
But after only a few glasses, Winter’s face was already visibly flushed.
She had thought Chris wouldn’t give her any answers she could accept.
But in truth, every answer he had given so far had satisfied her.
“Chris Xander,” she said, “I didn’t expect you to be so honest at a game like this. Fine. I’ll give you that much. At least you’re a man p>
A sea breeze swept across the terrace, and Winter’s head spun.
She had no idea Chris had switched the labels on the bottles.
He had replaced the label from a low-alcohol drink with one from a much stronger bottle.
That was why, when Winter first saw the label, she had been confident she could handle three bottles plus a few glasses.
But this liquor was much stronger than she thought.
After three glasses, the alcohol hit her hard. Everything in her vision began to spin.
“Chris…” She raised a hand and pressed it hard against her forehead, patting it a few times as if that could somehow clear her head.
But the next second, her body swayed, and her head fell back against the wicker chair.
She exhaled, her cheeks growing even redder. “Is this fake liquor or something? Why am I so dizzy p>
Chris stood and walked over to her.
He bent down, slid one hand behind her head, and gently helped her up, guiding her into his arms.
“Does that count as one of your questions?” he asked, looking down at her.
Winter frowned and tried to push him away, but all she managed to do was poke his firm chest a few times with one finger.
“You shameless businessman!” she suddenly snapped. “Of course it doesn’t count p>
On the island, the rotors of a black helicopter spun with a deep, rumbling roar.
The sound of the waves blended with the thunder of the blades.
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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.