Chapter 338
Winter turned to look out at the ocean, clearly not interested in responding.
Chris watched her stubborn profile for a second. Then he suddenly spread his legs slightly, pulled her back into his arms, and grabbed both her hands, forcing them onto the wheel.
“Chris, what are you doing?”
Before she could react, the yacht surged forward at a speed she had never experienced before.
The sudden acceleration threw her backward. She fell straight into his lap.
One of his arms wrapped around her waist to steady her. His low, magnetic voice brushed against her ear. “Hold on tight. Or we’re both going overboard.”
But Winter had no idea how to control a yacht. She didn’t know how to steer, and she definitely didn’t know how it had suddenly picked up so much speed.
There was no doubt he was the one behind it.
She didn’t believe for a second that he was reckless enough to risk his own life.
Thinking that, she tried to pull free from his hold.
What she did not expect was that he let go of the wheel.
The yacht kept accelerating.
The roar of the water and the sharp rush of wind tore apart the word “psycho” before it could fully leave her mouth.
She grabbed the wheel again instinctively.
Through the wind and crashing waves, she heard him let out a low laugh.
His gaze was fixed on her, on the way she gripped the wheel with a serious expression. Something stirred in his eyes. His lips brushed lightly against the strands of her hair that the wind had blown loose.
She felt his warm breath near her and instinctively leaned away.
But the arm around her waist tightened, refusing to let her go.
As the yacht sped across the water, something unfamiliar rose in her chest. It felt like a rush of freedom she had never experienced before. Gradually, she forgot where she was.
Then the arm around her tightened again. His chin pressed against the side of her neck.
“Having fun?”

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