Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 129

Jasper’s little face had grown thinner, still pale and tired from being sick. He looked like he hadn’t quite found his energy yet.

Hannah wasn’t doing much better.

The woman behind the wheel glanced back, as if she wanted to say something but thought better of it. Hannah caught her eye briefly, then stepped out of the car with Jasper.

Jasper hopped into the puddles, his shoes splashing as he followed his mom under the wide awning of the office building. Even then, he looked longingly at the rain and clearly wanted to go play in it some more.

He looked up and suddenly spotted someone—her face felt almost familiar.

Jasper paused for just a second, then called out, “Pretty lady.”

Bonnie’s eyes passed over Jasper's sickly little face before settling on Hannah.

Hannah offered a small, calm smile. “Bonnie, can we talk?”

She had clearly come here on purpose, right to Bonnie’s work.

Bonnie frowned. “I don’t really see what there is to talk about. If it’s about Lawrence, I’d rather not.”

Bonnie shifted, ready to leave.

But Hannah didn’t look surprised. Instead, she stepped in front of Bonnie, her voice soft but edged with resignation. “It’s crowded here. With everyone getting off work, it’ll be embarrassing if things get heated. I’m just asking for a few words, that’s all.”

“Bonnie, my son likes you, too. Do you think he gets it from his dad?”

She stepped closer, blocking Bonnie’s escape. “Do you remember what today is? You and Lawrence made things official on this date. It’s also my birthday, though I doubt you knew that. Funny enough, it’s Jasper’s birthday too.”

Hannah’s lips curled into a bright but sharp smile, pausing on every word. “We went skiing together on January sixteenth. My due date was supposed to be October twenty-third. But maybe because we’re all so tangled together, this little guy decided to stay in an extra week. Lawrence was at the hospital. He joked that since me and my son share a birthday, he’d only have to buy one gift from now on. I laughed at him for being stingy and asked if he was really that hard up for money.”

Recalling that night, Hannah smiled to herself. She reached down to ruffle Jasper’s hair, while Jasper still clung to Bonnie. Bonnie tried to gently shove him off, her fingers pressing so hard they’d gone pale, but her expression stayed calm.

Hannah’s tone softened, almost wistful. “When I think about it, I really do owe you an apology. Because of me, you and Lawrence kept fighting. He was upset and dragged me out for drinks. We both had too much and things got messy. In the beginning, he thought I was you—he kissed me so hard I got angry and burst into tears. Maybe it was my crying that made him realize who I was because he just kept saying sorry. I asked him, ‘Now that you’re sober, are you really going to keep going? If you stop now, it’s not too late, we can still fix everything.’ Lawrence just stayed quiet for a few seconds. Then, right when it hurt the most, he leaned close and whispered something in my ear, trying to make me feel better.”

“Bonnie, don’t you want to know what he said?”