CHAPTER 691. IN MY NEXT LIFE. Alone in the StormKim felt every fiber of her being trembling as she ran desperately behind Peter. She knew Skatgan Peak was dangerous, but of all the things she’d considered before making the trip, it had never once occurred to her to check the weather.“Peter... Peter, what is that?!” she screamed, but she knew the wind was so strong around them that he couldn’t hear her.Peter yanked her forward violently, and Kim realized they weren’t heading up or down but sideways, trying to traverse the mountain to the nearest pass. It was like a narrow gap between two rocky elevations—a small area with some shelter.Peter wasn’t reckless enough to climb a dangerous spot without backup options. However, he hadn’t expected to stay so long or for the storm to strike so quickly.All they could do was keep moving until they made it back to the snowmobiles—and from there, things got much more complicated.Kim froze when she saw Peter furiously kick one of the snowmobil

CHAPTER 693. IN MY NEXT LIFE One Last Hope... ShatteredNow she was truly scared, so scared she felt her knees tremble to the point of buckling. Kim glanced at the snow falling from the top of the door held by Peter, and that could only mean that nearly two meters of snow had piled up outside against the door.She helped him push until they managed to close it again with difficulty, both leaning their backs against the wood, hearts racing.“This can’t be… it just can’t be!” the young woman exclaimed, clutching her head. “God can’t do this to me! I have to get out of here… we have to… you have a championship, and I…! God…!”It seemed she wouldn’t be able to string one thought to another, let alone form a coherent sentence. Peter took a deep breath and tried to reach her, but it looked as if she was on the verge of reaching a point she hadn’t touched even during the worst moments of the storm: hysteria.“Hey, it’s okay. There’s still hope. With the wind out there, I can almost guarantee

CHAPTER 695. IN MY NEXT LIFE. ScarsPeter breathed slowly. She was so soft, so strangely small compared to him, that it felt as if she had been made to fit as a part of him, ready to latch on like a perfect gear at his side.He couldn’t deny it—what was left of the day and the rest of that night was torturously difficult. Sometimes he could hear her crying softly in the darkness, but so faintly it was as if she genuinely hoped he wouldn’t notice the anguish that was torturing her.But finally, a new day dawned. It was a day when Peter should have been competing in the second round of the championship, and she… God only knew where she was supposed to be. It was obvious neither of them would reach their destinations.Peter got up slowly, leaving her curled up, and went to wipe a bit of frost from one of the windowpanes to look outside. The sky was still dark and gray, and the weather hadn’t improved at all.He made some breakfast and tried to get Kim to eat, but she chose the most child

CHAPTER 697. IN MY NEXT LIFE. Shadows of DesireShe wasn’t lying. Because at that moment, no matter how strange it might seem, Peter’s smile brought a sense of peace to every part of Kim’s body. She knew there would be a time for regret, but it certainly wasn’t now.For Peter Ferguson, the day he had accidentally walked into her hotel room was the first time he’d even known she existed. Kim, on the other hand, had seen him countless times already. She had studied his every jump, his every competition, to ensure that he was, indeed, the man she wanted to photograph.Maybe it was that one-sided connection, or maybe it was simply the allure of the unknown and the dangerous, but deep down, she knew the real reason she’d chosen him was because she liked him—more than any other, even if some were better athletes.She felt herself melting as every inch of her skin made contact with Peter’s. He was so damn warm it drove her crazy, as if her body craved him in some inexplicable way. All the su

CHAPTER 699. IN MY NEXT LIFE. It Was HerThe sound made Peter lift his head immediately, hurriedly patting Kim’s hip to wake her up.“Do you hear that? Can you hear it?” he asked, his heart racing. Within seconds, he saw her react, having heard it too—the unmistakable sound of helicopter blades.Both of them jumped to their feet and dressed as quickly as possible. Peter wrestled with the door, climbing over the small mound of snow blocking it and stepping out to signal the aircraft.He was certain that the moment he failed to show up for the competitions, his family had begun searching for him. Still, he hadn’t expected them to find him so quickly, much less there. But the resources of the Kellers and his new political family were undeniable. Sure enough, there was one of his cousins, frantically waving from the helicopter to signal he’d been spotted.“Kim, come on! Grab whatever you need—we’re leaving!” he shouted. The young woman grabbed only a thick coat and her camera.She threw a