Chapter 763 The Real Thrill

At this moment, on the hanging bridge.

Carla was shaking as she gripped the rope on the sides. She had slight acrophobia, so as much as possible she didn't dare look down. Her mind was out of control with fear that she just couldn't think straight.

Steven smiled and glanced down at their interlaced fingers. Her face was pale as she stared straight ahead, the grip on his hand getting tighter and tighter in the process.

A sudden gush of wind blew at them, the bridge shaking in response.

The people standing on the bridge stumbled on each other, gripping the ropes when they were about to fall over.

With that amount of force, Carla couldn't help but look down to see what she was dealing with. The scene, however, strengthened her urge to vomit.

If she had known how high this bridge was, she would've gone the same way she came.

'Why does the bridge have to be so damn long?' she thought.

As quick as he could, Steven circled his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. "Don't be afraid." His voice was soft and deep, like a lullaby keeping her steady. "We're almost there."

Taking a deep breath, Carla grabbed Steven's clothes cowardly, burying herself into his arms. She kept walking.

Steven grinned. Suddenly, he wished that the bridge was a little longer and that they could walk through it till night, anything to keep her in his arms a little longer.

As he felt her warmth pressing on against him and her fragrance wafting around him, Steven felt like he was on top of the world. There was no one like her.

He was sure of it.

Finally, they had crossed the hanging bridge.

Carla sighed in relief as she almost ran out of the bridge and onto safe, solid land. She sat on a piece of rock, taking a break from her already weakened legs. She had had enough scare for the day.

"Drink some water. I'll see if there's a sightseeing bus leading to the parking lot."

Steven placed a water bottle in her hands before walking off.

"Okay." Carla followed what he said, trying to calm herself.

She looked over at Steven who was walking around trying to get the information they needed to get back to the parking lot.

At this moment, her phone started to buzz. When she glanced at the caller ID, she saw that it was Terence.

"Hello..."

"Come here, to the hanging bridge."

A low voice came from the other end of the line.

Carla paused at first before standing up and glan

Terence said lightly as if nothing had happened a few minutes ago. He held Carla's hand, ready to leave, but he was stopped by Steven.

"Mr. Terence, Carla did come here with me. Let me take her home,"

Steven said gently, holding Carla's other hand. He continued, turning to her. "Carla, your painting board is still in my car. I can send it to your home."

"Okay,"

Carla responded as she tried to remove herself from Terence's grip, but his grip was tightening. "Terence, you can go back first. I still have something to discuss with Steven on the way home."

They had agreed that they'd compete and see who had better drawing skills on their way home.

Terence frowned. "You can discuss it tomorrow. It's already late."

"Terence..."

"Mr. Terence, I heard that you and Carla have divorced, so she's single now. Even if she's on a date with me, I don't think you're qualified to interfere."

Steven pulled her to his side. "But don't worry, I'll send her home safely."

Carla wanted to say something else, but she closed her mouth. It was rare to see Terence being so defeated, so she was savoring this moment as much as she could.

"Let's go, Steven,"

she said, turning her back to Terence. She still hated the fact that he kissed her without her consent.

"Okay," he answered, albeit smugly.

Terence gaped as he watched them leaving.

After a long time, he finally came to his senses. He shook his head in disbelief at what just happened.

'Carla, how dare you! You're testing me, ' he thought to himself as he walked away.

'I'll teach you a thing or two when you're back.'