All Chapters of One Night with the Young CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

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

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

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