Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 163

Bonnie’s old voice message still echoed in Lawrence’s mind, even after all these years. He could picture her perfectly, her tone full of pride, a little spark of excitement bubbling underneath, like she couldn’t quite hide how pleased she was with herself. Her laughter was bright and playful, the kind of sound you never really forget.

She’d called to share every detail—her grandparents’ faces set in stone, practically thunderous with anger; her aunt and uncle exchanging these awkward, annoyed glances; and her clueless cousin, who actually asked her for the electronic dictionary, not to study but to play games and listen to music in class.

Bonnie admitted she’d been scolded by her father afterward, but honestly, she didn’t care at all. She’d felt thrilled, almost invincible. She said she’d keep being this brave, this bold, never scared of anything again.

But now, three years had passed, and between them there was nothing but silence and unknowns. He’d changed. Bonnie wasn’t the same either. Where there was once light and laughter, there was only a quiet that weighed heavy, both of them shadows of who they’d been. One afraid, almost paralyzed by regret, and the other withdrawing further away, words growing rare and eyes forever lowered.

Lawrence knew he was the reason Bonnie had become this way. The memory of her covering her ears, shutting out the world, those foggy eyes glistening with resentment, hatred, helplessness, confusion, and even disgust—the pain of it still stabbed through him, sharp and unforgiving. He couldn’t even look at the version of Bonnie he’d broken, the girl whose confidence and happiness had been ripped away by his own hands.

If he couldn’t face the truth of what he’d done, it felt like he would fall straight into a bottomless abyss, his whole world shattering beyond repair.

Somehow, deep down, he sensed that if the truth really came out, it would be the end for both of them. No turning back. No hope for a second chance.

The familiar pressure tightened in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He fought to keep it inside, unwilling to let Odette see any hint of weakness. His hands trembled, so he squeezed his cigarette flat, fingertips turning pale. Close up, anyone could see old scars from burns scattered across his skin.

His mind spun in circles. The headache throbbed, and he found himself suddenly aching for Bonnie. It had been over two weeks since he’d last seen her, and it felt like something inside him was crawling, itching, a thousand insects gnawing just under his skin.

The urge to gasp for air was nearly impossible to resist, but he forced himself to stay still, worried his mother would notice. Every muscle in his neck strained as he held his breath, veins standing out in sharp relief.

Odette caught on anyway. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice full of concern.

Lawrence looked up, eyes rimmed in red, lips barely parting. “Mom…”

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