All Chapters of One Night with the Young CEO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The bar was half-empty, dimly lit by amber bulbs hanging low above the counter. A faint hum of jazz mingled with the rhythmic clinking of glasses. Sarah sat there, slouched and half-lost, her fingers tracing the rim of an untouched whiskey glass that caught the warm light like a secret.She didn’t even remember how many drinks she’d had. Four? Five? Maybe more. The alcohol had numbed her chest for a while, but now, it was only amplifying the ache inside her.The same words kept echoing in her mind.“You made me insane for leaving…”“If I have to hack the whole country just to find you, I will…”She laughed bitterly to herself. Liam Hamilton. The man who shouldn’t have said those words. The man she shouldn’t have fallen for.When the bartender placed another glass of liquor in front of her, she lifted it with shaky hands. The liquid shimmered gold under the light, a promise of temporary peace.But before she could bring it to her lips, a hand reached out, firm, warm and took the glass

The morning light spilled gently through the linen curtains, painting the white sheets in gold. Outside, the ocean murmured in rhythm with the soft breathing of the man sleeping beside her.Sarah stirred.For a moment, she didn’t move. She only watched him, the calm rise and fall of his chest, the faint scruff along his jaw, the shadow of his lashes against his skin. There was something boyish about Liam in his sleep, something so unguarded that it caught her chest off guard.He looked nothing like the man who had driven across continents just to find her. Here, in this sunlight, he was peace, not power, not obsession, not the storm she tried to run away from.Her fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket.He didn’t touch me.The memory struck softly, like a whisper in the back of her mind. She remembered the night before, her laughter that had turned into tears, her clumsy hands reaching for him, her drunken words spilling faster than she could take them back. And through it

The world exhaled with them. Outside, the sea whispered against the shore, waves folding gently like sighs. Inside, time moved differently, slower, softer, as if it dared not disturb what had just been born between them.Sarah lay half-draped against Liam’s chest, her breathing quiet, almost melodic. The rise and fall of her body matched his, steady and calm after the storm. Her hair spilled over his skin, and he found himself tracing the strands absently, as though memorizing every shade of her.For a long moment, neither spoke. Words felt too heavy, too human, for what they shared.Then she whispered, barely audible, “You didn’t have to stay.”Liam turned his head slightly, his lips brushing her forehead. “I wanted to.”“You always say that,” she murmured, smiling faintly, though her eyes shimmered with something else, fear, disbelief, a quiet ache she couldn’t hide.He didn’t answer right away. He only looked at her, really looked, the woman who once seemed untouchable now lying be

The morning stretched itself like silk across the room. The sea hummed outside, soft and slow, waves folding against the shore. Inside, sunlight slipped through sheer curtains, tracing golden lines on their skin, a painting made of warmth and quiet desire.The scent of coffee lingered, blending with the sweetness of tropical fruit and the faint perfume of lilies still fresh from the bouquet. The breakfast tray sat between them, half-forgotten, baked bread torn open, slices of mango and papaya gleaming like jewels under the light.Sarah sat cross-legged at the edge of the bed, her robe hanging loose around her shoulders. The curve of her neck caught the morning sun, her hair still damp, sticking slightly to her skin. There was something unguarded about her, a softness that used to scare her but didn’t anymore.Liam lay reclined on the pillows, half-dressed, sheets gathered low at his waist. His eyes followed her every movement, not with hunger, but with awe. The kind of awe that made h

The morning light had softened into gold, slipping gently through the sheer curtains and draping the room in a warm, forgiving glow. Outside, the sea shimmered like liquid glass, and the breeze carried the faint scent of salt and frangipani. The kind of morning that felt like a painting, too quiet, too beautiful, almost unreal.Liam’s eyes narrowed playfully, but his voice came out as a mock groan. “You’re not serious.”“Oh, I am,” she replied, her tone teasing, eyes glimmering with that same spark that had both terrified and enchanted him since the moment he met her. She took a piece of pancake with her fingers, breaking it into smaller portions. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate, like an artist preparing a blank canvas.“Sarah…” he warned softly, though the grin on his face betrayed him.“Shh,” she whispered. “Stay still.”The warmth in her voice silenced him. He let out a quiet sigh, lying back against the pillows. His heartbeat was visible in his throat, each pulse betrayin