Chapter 343

Sophia's face froze when Evelyn predicted the third answer flawlessly. Her gaze darted toward Nathan, whose expression had darkened into a thunderous scowl.

His glacial stare pinned Evelyn in place, the intensity barely restrained. Yet Evelyn merely smiled.

"I suppose I don't need to jump then?" Sophia quickly regained her composure. "Moving on—the next question is for Mr. Blackwood." She turned to Nathan with barely concealed excitement.

"If you had to choose one woman here as your girlfriend—" Triumph glittered in Sophia's eyes.

After Evelyn's public humiliation, surely no man would pick her. With only two women present—Evelyn and Sophia—this was her moment to shine.

Before she could finish, Nathan's voice cut through like Arctic wind. "Evelyn." Then, without warning, he yanked Evelyn against his chest and stepped backward off the cliff.

Gasps erupted from the crowd.

"Ahhh!" Evelyn's scream tore through the air as gravity seized them. The world spun violently, her stomach lurching as they plunged toward the abyss.

Nathan's arms locked around her waist like steel bands. Suddenly, his lips crashed against hers—warm, demanding, tasting faintly of mint. All terror dissolved beneath that intoxicating pressure.

Her cries died instantly. The kiss was pure possession, his tongue mapping every inch of her mouth with ruthless precision. Evelyn fisted his shirt, forgetting the safety harness entirely. He was her only anchor in this freefall.

She only reacted when he bit her lower lip—sharp enough to sting.

Evelyn's eyes flew open. The world blurred around them—nothing but rushing wind, the harness digging into her waist, and Nathan's sculpted face inches away. His obsidian eyes held her captive, making her pulse stutter.

The ground raced toward them. Just before impact, their descent jerked to a brutal halt. The rebound wrenched Evelyn's body painfully, but Nathan remained unfazed.

His gaze was an ocean in storm—deceptively calm until you glimpsed the riptides beneath. Evelyn's knuckles whitened on his shoulders, her face bloodless.

She wasn't afraid of heights. But plummeting 100 meters? Every nerve screamed in primal terror.

The harness slackened. They dropped again.

Nathan cradled her head against his chest, his whisper cutting through the howling wind: "You've always been my only choice."