Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 147

Bonnie nodded and headed out. As soon as she sat down at her desk, the girl from the next cubicle rolled over, checking out her face. “What did Jim say to you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“It’s nothing,” Bonnie said, trying to steady herself. “The site got changed again. The Meadows School project is about to be a mess.”

Her coworker gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. “Hang in there.”

Bonnie put her forehead in her hand, feeling ridiculous for getting so worked up. She pushed the thoughts aside and dove back into her work, determined not to let herself get distracted.

Once she got busy for real, there was no time for her mind to wander.

The site change might not have sounded huge, but it was one of those headaches that just wouldn’t go away. Bonnie didn’t even have a spare second to check her phone the whole day. She spent her lunch break redrawing plans, barely looking up.

By the time she got home that night, she was beyond tired. With barely any sleep the night before, she crashed the moment her head hit the pillow.

A few days slipped by like that. Even though work was nonstop, Bonnie couldn’t help noticing whenever things seemed a little off. At lunch with Helen, her friend tried to reassure her. “It’ll be fine this time, don’t stress.”

Neither of them could figure out what exactly had gone wrong on Lawrence’s side. Maybe Hannah really was out of options and had to try something desperate.

But really, nobody else seemed to care. People around the office never mentioned it, and there wasn’t a peep about it online either.

Eventually, Bonnie felt herself start to relax.

That day, by the time she headed home from work, it was already after nine. As she walked past apartment 1207, she noticed the dried lipstick stain on the doorknob was still untouched, and that alone made her breathe easier.

Then she looked up and spotted a black trash bag sitting right in front of her own door.

It definitely wasn’t hers.

With shaking hands, Bonnie pulled out her phone, about to call building management when the door to 1209 suddenly swung open.

It was the girl whose power had gone out the other day. She’d heard the commotion and stepped out, wrinkling her nose as the smell hit her. Looking down, she spotted a cockroach trying to scurry away and stomped it without hesitating, then nudged her door shut.

“Gross! Where are these cockroaches coming from?” she said.

Bonnie’s voice shook. “I have no idea. Someone left this bag of garbage in front of my door. I tried to move it, and it all split open. Next thing I knew, they were everywhere.”

The girl didn’t seem the least bit afraid. She finished off the second roach, then offered Bonnie a casual smile. “No worries, really. These are nothing, super tiny and can’t even fly. Just crush them, then clean up and spray some disinfectant. You’ll be fine, promise.”

Still in shock, Bonnie called management anyway.

There was no way this just happened by accident.