บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's runaway bride: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

For some strange, almost unsettling reason, it seemed she was enjoying the whole thing far more than he was.It wasn’t just enjoyment.It was immersion.The way Matilda gave herself into the moment—completely, recklessly, without restraint—was almost frightening. There was no hesitation in her movements, no second-guessing in her eyes. Every touch, every breath, every shift of her body carried intention… hunger… control.Jonathan, on the other hand, felt something entirely different.At first, it had been desire—raw, unexpected, overpowering.Then it became confusion.And now…Now it was something else entirely.Something darker.Something heavier.Guilt.It hit him all at once.Not slowly. Not gently.But like a sudden alarm ringing in his chest.He pulled back abruptly.So suddenly that it felt like an emergency—like a man who had just realized he was standing too close to a burning building.Like something invisible had just screamed at him to stop.Matilda froze.For a brief secon

“Yes…” she whispered. “This is better.” She nodded faintly. Then added another line. “Please, when can I meet you at the office?” Now it sounded different. Professional. Neutral. Controlled. As if nothing serious had happened. As if everything was normal. She stared at the message for a long time. Her thumb hovered over the send button. Not moving. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears. Loud. Relentless. What if he ignores it? What if he reads it… and decides to cut me off completely? What if… this is the last thing I ever say to him? Her throat went dry. The silence around her grew heavier. Then— She pressed send. The message disappeared instantly. And just like that… it was out of her hands. She froze. Listening. Waiting. As though the phone might respond immediately. But nothing happened. No reply. No sound. Just silence. She slowly lowered the phone. Her shoulders dropped slightly. A quiet exhale escaped her lips.

ey were totally lost in each other—stories flowing, memories resurfacing, laughter spilling freely into the air as though nothing in the world could interrupt that moment.For a while…It felt easy.Carefree.Like the past carried no weight.Like the present had no consequences.And then—They drove into the compound.Right in front of the house…A car was parked.Quiet.Still.Too still.No sign of movement whatsoever.The engine was off. No lights. No indication of life inside.It was obvious—Whoever had parked the car had been there for a while.Jerald slowed down slightly, his eyes narrowing as he tried to get a clearer look.But Matilda—The moment her eyes landed on the car…Everything changed.The laughter died instantly.Her smile faded like it had never existed.Her body stiffened.And for a brief, chilling second—She looked terrified.Like someone who had just seen a ghost.Because she knew that car.She knew it too well.That same car.The same one she had been in that ni

Jerald stepped out of the car without turning off the engine.The headlights remained on—bright, harsh—cutting through the tension in the compound.He walked toward her.His steps were quick, determined.When he reached her, he grabbed her arm—slightly rough… but not enough to hurt.Just enough to stop her.To steady her.“Please,” he said, his voice low but urgent, “I will explain everything to you when I get back. Let me go and see him.”Matilda shook her head immediately.“No… before you go, I have something to tell you,” she said, her voice trembling despite her effort to stay composed.“And it’s very important.”Her head dropped.Her eyes fixed on the ground.Her palms pressed together tightly, fingers interlocked as if holding herself from falling apart.Then slowly—She lifted her gaze just enough to catch his face.Searching.Hoping.Is he ready to hear me out?But the answer was already there.In his eyes.In his posture.In the way he barely held still.He wasn’t ready.Not

For a moment—Jonathan’s heart skipped.The boldness in Jerald’s voice…The authority.The force behind that single word—“Wait.”It didn’t sound like a plea.It sounded like a realization.Like something had just clicked in his mind.Jerald lifted his hand, signaling him to stop.He turned slightly, his back half-facing Jonathan, his shoulders tense.His eyes were shut tight.His jaw clenched.“Wait… wait…” he repeated, slower this time, as if trying to organize the storm in his head.Then he turned back.His eyes opened.Sharp.Direct.Suspicious.“Are you trying to tell me,” Jerald began, his voice low but edged, “that all of this—everything you’re saying—is just to prove that Matilda is not right for me?”A pause.“Or is there something else?”His gaze hardened.“Because the last time I checked… you’re my friend.”Another step closer.“Not my father. Not my mother.”Jonathan remained still.Watching him.Measuring him.a slight relief washed down his spine.thank God he did not re