Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 104

Bonnie was locked tight in his arms, and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t break free. Her arms pressed uselessly against Lawrence’s shoulders as she struggled, throwing all her energy into fighting back.

His sudden shout left her left ear ringing so badly she almost felt faint.

She lost a bit of strength and her body wobbled. Lawrence caught the shift, and, suddenly remembering her sensitive ear, leaned in to brush his lips near it in a panicked, guilty rush. “I’m sorry, Candie… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

But the heat of his breath made it all worse. Her face was ashen as she tried to shove him away, her words already dissolving into weak, tearful pleading. “Let go. Please, just let me go…”

Lawrence’s heart twisted for her, but instead of letting go, he pulled her closer, almost like he wanted to fuse her to him. Bonnie couldn’t push him away, and the pain in her ear was making her eyes well up until she let out a shaky, muffled sob.

A moment later, Lawrence’s arm slid down and he lifted her legs, swooping her up in his arms. He’d done this move countless times. Every single time, Bonnie would smack him and complain it made her feel like a little kid.

She always preferred a princess carry.

But Lawrence was obsessed with holding her like this. Whenever they took photos, he wanted her up in his arms, sometimes perched on his shoulder, grinning up at the camera with that bright, bashful smile.

For him, that was intimacy. That was love.

Lawrence marched over to the car, opened the door, and settled Bonnie into the passenger seat. The moment she got her bearings, she shot him a slap that whipped his face to the side.

“Lunatic.”

He stayed bent over, one hand braced by her head, the other beside her legs on the seat. His knee pressed between hers, making the car’s tight space feel even smaller.

“Candie…” His voice was barely above a whisper, thick with longing, desperate need, pure obsession. “I miss you.”

Bonnie knew this look, knew this tone by heart. Back when even a single day apart was too much for him, Lawrence would always track her down—sometimes on the stairs, sometimes behind a tree, sometimes in the halls where no one could see. He’d grab her, kiss her until her lips stung, murmur again and again how much he missed her.

That look now nearly broke her. The scars on her heart, the memories she tried so hard to wrap up and hide away, suddenly burned raw again. Every attempt to cover the pain just made uncovering it feel worse, like peeling off a fresh bandage only to stick it back on and rip it away again.

The pain was so sharp it stole the sound from her throat, so her next cry was only a weak sob. The ringing in her left ear grew louder, and soon her right ear buzzed too.

Bonnie couldn’t hear anything anymore. Terrified by what Lawrence might do, she tried to push him away, but her dress was trapped and her strength was gone. She was helpless, completely at his mercy. All she could do was glare back one last desperate time. “You’re insane. Didn’t you stop to think about your wife and your child?”

She couldn’t hear herself, couldn’t control her voice or her words. Her cry was sharp and desperate, slicing straight into Lawrence’s heart.