All Chapters of Runaway Girlfriend of the Billionaire's Son (EnglishVersion): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“I can’t take this anymore,” Mae whispered.Kent noticed it immediately. The shift. It wasn’t loud. It wasn't obvious. But it was there.Mae wasn’t just reacting anymore. She was leaning into it.“Then don’t,” he had said.And instead of looking unsure, she looked at him differently. Slower. Heavier. More aware.“Kent…” she murmured again, but this time, it wasn’t shaky. It wasn’t confused. It lingered. Like she knew exactly what his name did to him now.His jaw tightened. “Mae…” he warned, lower this time.But she didn’t stop. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her fingers no longer gripping the sheets, but him. Tracing. Light and intentional.“You keep saying my name like that,” he said, voice rougher now, “and you’re going to make things worse.”A faint smile touched her lips.“Worse for who?” she asked softly.That wasn’t the same Mae from earlier. He exhaled slowly, watching her closely.“You don’t want to play that game,” he muttered.“Who said I’m playing?” she replied, jus

Mae woke up slowly, as if sleep was still clinging to her body. She felt warm, even though the air conditioner was running. It was a strange kind of warmth, one she wasn't used to feeling. Somehow, she didn't want it to disappear.It wasn't the warmth of a blanket. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw the person responsible for that feeling. A smile immediately appeared on her lips when she saw Kent sleeping beside her.“You really are handsome, you jerk,” she whispered softly as she reached out and gently touched his face.She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember the last clear memories she had before falling asleep. It wasn't difficult. Everything was still fresh in her mind. Every moment felt so vivid that she could practically replay everything even with her eyes closed. Every detail. Every expression. Every feeling.“I think I could even describe every embarrassing sound I made,” she muttered to herself with a laugh.Her cheeks warmed at the thought. Seriously... She s

“Sure.”But from the way he said it, Mae knew there was more to it than that. And what scared her even more was that she wasn't sure if she wanted it to stop there.“Get dressed properly first,” she said, looking away. “You're going to cook, right?”Kent grinned. “Me right away?”“Who else? Me?” she replied with a raised eyebrow, though she couldn't hide the softness in her voice.“We'll see,” he said.He still didn't move away. He just stood there close to her. Too close. It felt like if she moved even a little, she would end up against him again, and she didn't want to find out what would happen if that did.“Kent...” She let out a sigh and lightly pushed his chest. “Please.”“Please what?” he asked, clearly amused.“Go cook,” she answered, looking away. “I'm hungry.”“Hmm,” he replied as he slowly stepped back. “That's not the kind of hungry you were a while ago.”Her eyes widened.“Hey!”Kent laughed at her reaction, looking far too pleased with himself. It was as if he enjoyed se

Mae hurried her steps as she made her way to their classroom that day. It was only Monday, yet she was already running late. She never expected to oversleep.She took the comb from her hair while walking down the hallway. She hadn't even finished fixing her hair before getting out of their car. Opening her bag's pocket, she slipped the comb inside.There were only a few students left in the hallway. The ones she saw were also walking quickly, probably because they were late too.When she reached the classroom door, she peeked inside first and let out a sigh of relief. Their major subject teacher wasn't there yet.Thank goodness.She quickly rushed inside and sat down beside Vanessa."Wow," Vanessa immediately said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at her.It was as if she couldn't believe Mae had actually been late. Vanessa knew very well how much Mae hated being late. Even Mae couldn't believe she had slept so well.Well, who wouldn't? It felt like her body was simply making up for a

Kent dragged his gaze away from his desk, only to feel it pulled back again, almost against his will. At first, he told himself it was nothing. Just a glance. Just checking. But the second time lingered longer than it should have.And the third, he stopped pretending.Mae was still seated beside Vanessa, her body angled slightly toward her cousin, but something about her felt different now. The laughter from earlier had softened, quieter, more controlled. Her fingers toyed with the edge of her notebook, tracing invisible patterns like she needed something to focus on.Like she was avoiding something. Or someone.Me?The thought came uninvited, settling heavily in his chest.Kent shifted slightly in his seat, his fingers tightening around the pen in his hand. He shouldn’t assume things. He never assumed things. But the way she wouldn’t look at him directly—how her gaze kept drifting everywhere else except where he was—It did something to him. Something he didn’t like.“Dude.”A nudge