Lahat ng Kabanata ng Please! Marry Me Again : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Noah's pov The Orchid Café was a fancy place, so I had to swap my t-shirt for a dress shirt and trade my comfy gym shorts for a pair of charcoal grey slacks. Dad was really pulling out all the stops to impress his new girlfriend. I didn’t have strong feelings about Clara. Honestly, I was just glad Pops was back in the dating game. If she treated him well and made him happy, why would I complain? Henry, on the other hand, wasn’t so thrilled about the whole “live-in” situation. He was super protective of Dad and was convinced Clara was just another woman trying to get his money. I’ll admit it did seem rushed, two months of dating before moving in together felt pretty quick. But Dad kept saying that at his age, life was short, and he needed to make the most of it. Besides, they weren’t strangers. Dad had known Clara for years. Her late husband had been a lawyer in the same chamber, just like Dad. So, she wasn’t some random woman he’d met online. And Clara came with a kid. Dad said she

Henry’s povMy father had completely lost his mind. It was like he was having some kind of late mid-life crisis. Ever since our mother died, he had stayed devoted to her memory. He hadn’t so much as looked at another woman, or at least not seriously. Then, out of nowhere, he started dating Clara Blair. I could have tolerated that. But moving her into his house? That was a whole different story. I hate change. I’ve always hated it, especially when it comes to my personal life. At work, I’m forced to deal with unexpected challenges all the time, but my home is supposed to be my safe space, a place where things don’t constantly shift. Now, because of Clara, that stability was being ripped away. Noah, my brother, had quietly suggested that maybe it was time for us to move out, to get our own place. But I thought leaving our father alone with Clara would be the worst thing we could do. What if we moved out and she took advantage of him? My dad wasn’t in his sharpest mental state right now,

Noah’s povShe was on my mind all day. Every quiet moment, she slipped into my thoughts, no matter how hard I tried to focus on work. This morning, when she walked into the kitchen wearing a small tank top and tight workout shorts, I nearly forgot my coffee on the counter. Her stomach was flat, toned, and smooth, with a tiny butterfly navel ring glinting against her soft, pale skin. She didn’t seem to notice how stunning she looked, which somehow made her even harder to ignore. I couldn’t shake the image of her out of my head. Every time I opened a new email or joined a Zoom meeting, I caught myself staring blankly at the screen, replaying that moment in my mind.By two o’clock, I couldn’t concentrate anymore. I closed my laptop, grabbed my keys, and decided to call it a day. Just as I reached the office door, Dante, the one in charge of marketing called out.“Noah, we’re heading to The Cornerstone for drinks.” Want to come?”“Not tonight,” I replied with a quick wave. “Got someone wa

Kathrine’s povThe kitchen was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaotic noise coming from the dining room. I stood at the counter, whisking eggs in a glass bowl with a force that probably wasn’t necessary. The tension in the house had been building all evening, starting with my mum’s obsession with hosting yet another picture-perfect dinner.“You should use the gluten-free flour, Kathrine,” Mum’s voice carried into the kitchen, casual yet commanding. She didn’t even bother to come in and say it; she just called out from the dining room.“I know,” I muttered under my breath, glancing at the open pantry where the gluten-free flour sat right in front. How many times did we have to go over this? I’d been diagnosed with a gluten intolerance three years ago, but she still acted as if I couldn’t handle myself.“Did you say something?” she asked, her head suddenly appearing around the doorway. Her dress was perfectly ironed, her hair pinned neatly, as if this wasn’t a casual family dinner but a

Kathrine’s POVI should’ve known better than to let Noah touch me. A foot massage sounded innocent, mundane even, but I was so, so wrong. That man had magic hands. At first, his touch soothed and relaxed me, but then it started doing things I didn’t expect. Exciting me. On my feet, for crying out loud! By the time he finished, I was wound so tight I couldn’t think straight. And apparently, I wasn’t the only one under his spell. Not an hour later, I heard him next door with another woman. This house may be beautiful and luxurious, but the walls were too thin. Way too thin. I heard everything. The soft sounds of their bodies against the wall, her gasps, his groans, it was like some kind of explicit audio drama, and I had front-row seats.My face burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment. I didn’t know what I was more upset about, the fact that he could move on so quickly after that intimate moment with me or the fact that I’d been so affected by him in the first place. When her high