Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 111

Aiken gave in with a gentle voice. “If you still have a fever tomorrow, we’ll go to the hospital, okay? Don’t freak out about the shot. I’ll be right there with you.”

Bonnie nodded, whispering a thank you. She glanced over and realized he still had his uniform on. Her eyelids fluttered open with worry. “Did you take off work to come here? Seriously, don’t let me keep you from your job. This is just a tiny thing. Your work matters more.”

Aiken smiled, soft and reassuring. “I’ve got it covered. Once I get you home and settled, I can go back. I won’t be late.”

The guilt in Bonnie’s chest only grew heavier. She was fully aware of his feelings, and she knew he realized it too. There was this unspoken thing between them, so thin and fragile, it was almost like you could breathe and break it.

And for some reason, that made her nervous. Really nervous. She wasn’t ready for anything to change, not now.

Lawrence’s constant calls and messages had been wearing her down. Everything in her life felt like it was falling apart. She didn’t want to pull someone innocent into her mess.

It didn’t really bother her if a date or two got ruined, but Aiken wasn’t one of those random guys out looking for a bargain on a spouse. He wasn’t just checking boxes, rushing into marriage and kids.

What he wanted was something real, so he kept putting his heart on the line.

If she let herself get closer, Bonnie was scared Lawrence might cross a line she couldn’t fix. And if, in the end, she couldn’t give Aiken what he wanted, she didn’t know how she’d live with that guilt.

Bonnie leaned her forehead against the cool car window, letting the cold glass calm her tangled thoughts. It helped. Her breathing slowed, and before long, she drifted off to sleep.

Aiken looked over at her quietly. When he stopped at a red light, he reached into the back seat, pulled out a blanket, and tucked it gently around her shoulders.

She looked so pale and small, her mask hiding half her face. She seemed lost, almost fragile.

Bonnie had always been quiet, independent too, like there was this distance you couldn’t quite cross. It reminded Aiken of a river in early spring, the ice not quite thawed. The kind of river you couldn’t walk across, but the water was still too cold to step into, even if you tried.

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