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Chapter Fifty-Nine: Every Droplet of Syrup
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One Night with the Young CEO Chapter Sixty–Five: Torn Between Everything She Wanted
The rain came hard, a wild, relentless drumming against the tin roof of the hut.It fell in silver sheets, washing the colors of the highlands into shades of grey and gold, swallowing the horizon whole.Liam stood only inches away from Sarah, the storm behind him, the truth before him. His soaked shirt clung to his chest, the fabric tracing the outline of muscle and breath, the steady rhythm of a heart that once almost stopped.Sarah’s pulse beat violently in her ears.She didn’t move. Couldn’t. The world had narrowed to the sound of the rain and the faint tremor in his voice.“Sarah,” he said quietly, almost drowned by thunder, “do you ever believe that some souls are meant to cross paths more than once?”Her lips parted, but no words came. His eyes, the storm reflected in them were unreadable.He took a step closer. The air between them grew warmer despite the chill.“I wasn’t supposed to be alive,” he continued, his tone raw. “Ten years ago, I tried to end it. I went to the rooftop
One Night with the Young CEO Chapter Sixty–Four: The World Held Its Breath
The path narrowed again as the mist began to clear.Hours had passed since the bridge, but the air between them was still charged, quietly electric, like the world had overheard something it wasn’t meant to. The sun hung low now, bleeding gold across the ridges, and every leaf glittered with droplets of rain.They walked in near silence, the rhythm of their steps softened by moss and mud. Every now and then, Liam would glance back, slowing his pace just enough to make sure Sarah was still behind him.She noticed it, though he never said a word.“You keep checking on me,” she said finally, voice light but a little breathless.“Can you blame me?” His smile curved, soft but teasing. “You’ve almost given me two heart attacks today.”“Two?”He chuckled. “First on the bridge. Second when you said you weren’t made for hiking. I thought you were going to quit before the summit.”Sarah scoffed, pushing a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “Please. I’m a surgeon. I can handle a little mountain
One Night with the Young CEO Chapter Sixty–Three: My Miracle
Liam lunged forward before he even thought. The bridge rattled under his weight, ropes creaking, wooden planks groaning against the pull of gravity. Below them, mist rolled like a living sea, white, endless, swallowing sound and sight.Sarah’s fingers clung desperately to the rope railing, her boots scraping for grip against the slick plank. For one terrifying second, Liam saw her body tilt again, his pulse stopped. He dropped to his knees, arm shooting out.“Hold on!”Her hand found his. Small. Cold. Trembling. But alive.The world narrowed to that single connection, their hands, the violent sway of the bridge, the pounding of two hearts. Rainwater slid from his hair down to her wrist, mixing with the trembling pulse beneath his fingers.He hauled her upward, the strain burning through his muscles. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her body collided against his chest.For a long moment, neither of them moved. The bridge swayed beneath them, ropes groaning. Wind howled around them, c
One Night with the Young CEO Chapter Sixty-Two: The Trails of Secret
The rain had stopped before dawn.Mist clung to the valley like a memory refusing to fade. Dew dripped from the bamboo leaves in slow, rhythmic drops, each one catching a sliver of the newborn light. The forest smelled of earth and renewal, wet soil, fern, and faint traces of coffee brewing in the crisp air.Sarah stirred inside the small mountain hut, cocooned in the soft weight of a blanket Liam had tucked around her during the night. She opened her eyes to the sight of him crouched by the doorway, pouring hot water into a tin cup. Steam curled from the mug, ghostlike, vanishing into the morning chill.He glanced over his shoulder. “Morning, sleepyhead.”She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “You’re too cheerful for someone who dragged me halfway up a mountain yesterday.”He grinned. “You’re welcome.”“Remind me again why I agreed to this?” she asked, stretching.“Because,” he said, offering her a mug, “you secretly love the view.”Sarah took the coffee and inhaled deeply, strong, earthy, s
One Night with the Young CEO Chapter Sixty-One: Like A Memory
The mountain air had changed.The sunlight that once painted the trail in warm gold now hid behind a gathering veil of clouds. The hum of cicadas faded into the whisper of wind brushing against the ferns, carrying the scent of wet earth and distant rain. The world felt suspended as if Bali itself was holding its breath.Sarah clutched the strap of her small hiking bag tighter, trying to steady her steps over the uneven path. Sweat glistened on her temple despite the cool breeze, her hair slightly damp under her cap.Liam walked ahead, effortless, his stride loose and sure, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled to his elbows. Every now and then, he’d glance back, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.“You’re slowing down, Doctor Smith,” he called over his shoulder.She huffed, adjusting her footing on a moss-covered rock. “Not all of us have the stamina of a twenty-five-year-old who practically lives in the gym.”He chuckled, the sound blending with the rustle of leaves. “I told you to
One Night with the Young CEO Chapter Sixty: Dangerous Than The Climb
The morning mist curled like breath against the emerald slopes of Munduk Highlands. Thin ribbons of sunlight slipped through the canopy, glinting off dewdrops that clung to wild orchids and fern tips. The air was cool, tasting faintly of rain and ginger flowers.Sarah stood at the base of the trail, staring up at what looked more like an endless stairway into the clouds than a hiking path. Her hair, pulled loosely into a ponytail was already damp with mist.Liam glanced over his shoulder, a teasing smirk forming beneath his cap. He was in a dark sleeveless shirt, his backpack slung effortlessly across one shoulder. The kind of man who seemed to belong to the mountain, lean, strong, and maddeningly composed.“You’re regretting saying yes, aren’t you?” he said, his voice light, almost musical against the hush of the morning forest.Sarah gave him a look. “I didn’t say yes. You tricked me.”“I invited you,” he corrected, grinning as he adjusted his camera strap. “You said, and I quote, ‘
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