Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 158

The security guard met them at the entrance and started explaining before they could even ask. “Aiken, what’s up with all these deliveries? First it was food, now packages. I couldn’t let them upstairs, so I just stacked them here. And it all smells... I swear it’s stinky tofu and snail noodles, the odor is really something.”

Aiken felt his anger flaring. This was just nasty. The real aim wasn’t anything practical, just disgusting Bonnie, keeping her on edge, making her life miserable for no good reason.

He glanced back and saw Bonnie’s face looked drained of all color.

Bonnie tried to pull herself together. “It’s fine. All of this is proof. Since these orders came through food apps and delivery companies, we should be able to trace something, right?”

Aiken’s heart twisted. Even now she was trying to find a solution on her own. At that moment, whether it was out of his job or his feelings for her, he decided he’d see this through and dig up whoever was behind it.

“I’m going to call the police station, get someone over to handle this,” he said quietly.

Bonnie stared at the pile of deliveries. Unlike yesterday’s garbage, these were real products, ordered just like any other customer would do.

She hesitated, then picked up a package and borrowed a knife from the guard to open it.

Even though she’d tried to prepare herself, knowing it probably wouldn’t be anything good, she still jumped and let out a yelp when a paper funeral doll tumbled out. Immediately, she tossed the whole box away.

Stacks of fake "spirit money" spilled everywhere.

Aiken stepped in, gathered up the scattered notes, and tossed them onto the table. Crossing the room, he wrapped his arms around Bonnie. She was shaking, and her voice was hardly steady. “This is unbelievable... I want to press charges!”

Bonnie had always handled herself with honesty and a clear line between right and wrong, so she genuinely couldn’t imagine what else they might try next. Would it go beyond spam texts, prank calls, and never-ending takeout? It probably was just the beginning.

A few minutes later, the police arrived. Bonnie worked with them, documenting everything and taking pictures. Then she called the delivery platforms to complain, insisting they stop sending deliveries to her address and hand over the registration info for the accounts involved.

The rest of the boxes were opened one by one. Nothing that could actually hurt her turned up, but everything inside was designed to upset and creep someone out—gag gifts, gross-out toys, and all sorts of funeral supplies. Wreaths, burial clothes, even urns.

By the time it was all sorted, the sky was completely dark. The building staff helped clear out the leftover things, and Bonnie bought them fruit as thanks. She and Aiken were just about to go find something to eat when Ralph rode back up on his scooter.

He ran his fingers through his hair, looking kind of embarrassed, and handed them his phone. “So, our group chat was just blowing up about this. One of my friends swears someone out there is trying to mess with you because you ticked them off. We, uh, we’ve taken some side gigs before, placing orders for others, but I promise I didn’t do it this time. I even told my friends to back off. Officer, since I’m helping out and letting you know about it… is there any chance you guys can let my past stuff slide?”