I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 147

Meanwhile, at the hotel.

Bonnie and Jillian finished getting ready for bed and slipped under the covers together.

Bonnie was unusually clingy that night.

She turned on her side, wrapping her arms tightly around her mother and burying her face in Jillian's shoulder, refusing to let go.

Jillian couldn't help but smile, patting the back of her daughter's hand.

"Silly girl, aren't you a little old to be acting like this? It feels like it's been over two years since we last shared a bed."

"Yeah, two years and three months," Bonnie mumbled, her voice muffled.

A lump formed in her throat, and she spoke in a soft whisper. "Mom, why don't you stay in Harlow City instead of going back? I can rent a nice apartment for you here."

Jillian let out a gentle sigh, stroking Bonnie's hair soothingly.

"The cost of living here is astronomical. Just look at the dinner you ordered us earlier—two small plates of meat and some rice, and it cost nearly fifteen dollars. It's highway robbery."

"I prefer our small town. I can still tend to a little garden and run my small business. Whenever you have time to visit, I'll pack up all your favorite homemade meals to take back with you."

She paused, her voice laced with tender heartache.

"You need to build a nest egg for yourself. I can't offer you much financial support, but I absolutely refuse to drag you down."

"If you meet a nice guy in the future, having your own savings will ensure his family respects you. You need to be independent, understand?"

Bonnie didn't reply, but silent tears spilled over her lashes, quickly soaking a dark patch into the pillowcase.

The mother and daughter talked late into the early hours of the morning before finally drifting off to sleep.

Bright and early the next day, Bonnie drove her Jeep Wrangler to the bus station to drop Jillian off.

She waited until she physically saw her mother board the bus before heading back to Riverstone Heights.

When she returned to the apartment, the place was dead silent.

Bonnie glanced at the closed door of the master bedroom, feeling a twinge of confusion.

Usually, Quentin was up well before this hour. Why wasn't there a single sound coming from his room?

Brushing off the thought, she swapped her shoes and headed into the kitchen, swiftly throwing together a hearty breakfast.

But even after setting the plates on the table, the master bedroom remained unnervingly quiet.

Untying her apron, Bonnie walked over to his door and knocked.

"Quentin?"

There was zero response from inside.

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