All Chapters of One Night with the Young CEO: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The elevator hummed beneath their feet.The numbers above the door glowed a slow, almost taunting countdown, each passing floor another second she had to endure him, another second her resolve threatened to collapse.Sarah stood pinned between the metal wall and Liam’s broad frame, her entire body strung tight like a wire pulled to the edge of breaking. She told herself to breathe calmly, to stay indifferent, to pretend that this wasn’t happening. Pretend that she wasn’t trembling. Pretend that her pulse wasn’t leaping against her throat like a wild thing wanting to escape.But her body… her body had never been so disloyal.His presence behind her was heat, raw, dangerous heat, and she swore she could feel every inch of him without a single touch. His breath skimmed the side of her neck, and even that non-contact was enough to make goosebumps ripple down her arms.No. Not again.Not here.Not with him.She pressed her teeth together, willing strength into her limbs, swallowing the pan

The elevator doors hadn’t even fully closed before Sarah stumbled out, breath jagged, chest tight. Her legs felt weak, unreliable, her heartbeat a chaotic rhythm beneath her ribs. Every inch of her skin was still alive, nerve endings buzzing, aching, desperate, remembering him.God.She had wanted him.Not just a little.Not an accidental spark.She had craved him.And that truth, the rawness of it terrified her.She forced her steps faster through the hospital corridor, her shoes striding in uneven beats against the polished floor. She tried to ignore the familiar smell of disinfectant, the beeping monitors in the distance, the low voices of nurses and doctors she had worked with for years. This place was her sanctuary. Her pride. Her entire life’s work.And now it was a battleground contaminated by the very thing she wasn’t supposed to feel.Her breath hitched, the humiliation burning. How could she? How could she let herself unravel in his hands, no, not even his hands, in his pres

The ocean wind hit her first.Warm. Salt-sweet. Alive.Sarah stepped out of the airport and froze beneath the soft glow of Bali’s night, the chaos of planes and passengers dissolving behind her. The sky above her was velvet-dark, stitched with unfamiliar constellations. The air tasted like freedom humid, lush, and tinged with the scent of frangipani.Her chest rose, shakily. For the first time in days, maybe in years, she inhaled fully.Her mind was still loud, the echoes of panic still fluttering beneath her ribs, but her surroundings… they were gentle. Soothing. A stark contrast to the sterile white walls and rushing alarms of Hamilton Medical City. Here, the world didn’t rush. It didn’t choke. It simply existed. And invited her to do the same.She clutched the strap of her luggage as she walked toward the car service bay, heels clicking against the pavement.Her phone buzzed inside her pocket, likely dozens of missed calls and messages she refused to check. Not right now. Not here.

The first thing Sarah felt was warmth.Soft, golden warmth brushing over her cheeks like a timid lover afraid to wake her. The scent of sea salt lingered in the air, and a distant crash of waves rolled like applause against the shore, slow, steady, soothing.She opened her eyes.Bali.A place she swore she’d only ever see in travel magazines shared by nurses on night shift breaks, a dream crushed beneath schedules, morning rounds, board exams, and operating rooms that robbed her of sunlight.But not today.She pushed herself up from the white sheets, her hair tumbling messily down her shoulders, and stepped barefoot toward the balcony doors. When she slid them open, the world greeted her in pure gold.Orange streaks shattered the horizon. The ocean glittered like diamonds scattered by careless gods. Palm trees swayed lazily with the morning breeze, as if bowing to her arrival.Sarah inhaled deeply.So this is what peace tastes like.For forty-five years, she had chased excellence like

The night air clung to her skin like silk and salt. Lanterns still flickered along the beach, swaying gently with the breeze, but most of the crowd had drifted away. Music from the bar had softened into a faint hum, something low and aching, like a pulse trying to calm itself after chaos.Sarah stood there, heart thudding violently, every nerve screaming for control that refused to come.Liam was still there.He stood only a few steps away, hands tucked into his pockets, sleeves rolled high enough to expose the veins along his forearms, the same ones that once trembled against her skin. His eyes, dark and unflinching, never left her.The ocean murmured behind them, restless and knowing.She broke first.“Liam, are you really insane? What the fuck are you doing here?”she hissed, her voice a tight whisper that carried through the humid air.His jaw tightened, a dangerous calm in the way he watched her. “Yes, Sarah... I am fucking insane. You made me insane for leaving without even telli