All Chapters of Please! Marry Me Again : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kathrine’s POVThe silence in the house was deafening. It wasn’t the comforting kind, the type that wraps itself around you like a warm blanket. No, this was the tense, suffocating silence that presses on your chest, daring you to make the first move.I stood just inside my room, back pressed against the door as though I could barricade myself from the heaviness of the night.It had been a long time since I’d felt this exposed. Dinner had been an unspoken battlefield, every glance, every word, a weapon. Noah, with his cocky smile and deliberate charm, had played his part to perfection, poking at my patience until it frayed at the edges. Henry, on the other hand, had been the silent storm, his dark eyes watching me with unnerving intensity, like he was piecing me together without my permission. I couldn’t stand it.I crossed the room to the window, yanking the curtains aside to let in the cool glow of moonlight. The backyard stretched out before me, a patchwork of shadows and silver lig

Kathrine’s povSometimes I wondered what it might feel like to live a normal life, one where you didn’t wake up every day holding your breath, waiting for the next man to walk in and rearrange everything. A life where you weren’t constantly calculating the expiration date on someone else’s promises. But normal was a luxury I’d never been afforded, and by now, I had stopped hoping for it altogether. Mr. Robert wasn’t the first of my mother’s boyfriends to try and edge me out of the house. It was a cycle I had grown used to, each man arriving with promises of devotion to her while tossing me sidelong glances that screamed, ‘When are you leaving?’ Some were subtle, covering their discomfort with strained smiles; others made their intentions crystal clear. But they all wanted the same thing, to have my mother to themselves, without the inconvenience of her teenage daughter lurking in the background.I couldn’t entirely fault them for it. It must be awkward trying to build a relationship w

Noah’s pov I gripped the steering wheel so tightly and there was silence in the car. But my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Questions swirled in my head. Why on earth would she run out into the blazing heat like that? It was reckless, dangerous, and knowing Kathrine , it probably had something to do with the argument we’d had over breakfast. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. She sat rigid in the passenger seat, staring out the window, her hands trembling as they clutched her knees. Her jaw was tight, like she was bracing herself. Maybe for a scolding, maybe for her own mistake. But all I could focus on was the way her skin looked too red from the sun, her breaths still shallow and uneven. Something didn’t feel right. Her silence wasn’t just stubbornness. It felt like a warning, like she was silently asking for help but didn’t know how to say it. As I pulled into the garage, I glanced at her. She didn’t move. She just sat there, staring out of the window, her hands folded

Kathrine’s POVI went to my room and put my laptop away. I wasn’t running away from Henry, I was simply putting my computer back in the drawer. That’s what I told myself, anyway. Henry wasn’t getting under my skin. I also had no desire to see my mother or her boyfriend. If Henry was already home, my mother and her boyfriend couldn’t be far behind. I decided to raid the kitchen and eat an early meal before they got back.I walked through the house and headed for the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. I was hungry enough to eat an entire cow, but, of course, it seemed like the Robert were fresh out of beef.I opened the freezer. It was clear that a grocery run was going to be necessary. I dug around through bags of frozen vegetables and a very berry smoothie mix. “What is wrong with you people?” I grumbled as I shoved a package of plant-based meatballs back into the freezer. “Where’s the meat?” I slammed the freezer door shut a little too hard, and then nearly jumped out of my skin

Henry’s POV"Where do you find the fire for your stories?" I asked, feeling curious. I had never read a romance novel before, but I had seen the covers, bold, suggestive, and practically pulsing with unspoken desires. Paperbacks stacked in market stalls, their glossy designs promising passion, longing, and reckless abandon. But Kathrine? She looked too young, too untouched by the kind of fevered emotions her pages surely held. How did she conjure such raw intimacy with nothing but ink and imagination? Could someone truly write about desire without ever feeling it? The thought of her having that kind of experience made my brain short-circuit. I wasn’t ready to consider it.The moment I brought up her books, her entire demeanor shifted. It was like a wall had slammed down between us, closing off any chance of continuing the conversation. Her face went blank, her expression not fine to look at. Without a word, she stood up abruptly, gathering her dishes with mechanical efficiency. She di