Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 175

Helen was innocent in all this, just a bystander caught up in someone else’s drama.

The girl in the white dress lowered her voice and whispered an apology. Her cheeks burned as she hurriedly grabbed her friend’s hand, ready to leave. Helen was about to remind her she hadn’t apologized to Bonnie yet, but then, out of nowhere, chaos broke out.

A man suddenly forced his way through the crowd. He wore a baseball cap pulled low and clutched a huge thermos. With a dark scowl, he lurched forward and hurled whatever was inside, aiming straight for Bonnie’s face.

He spat out disgusting insults. “Let’s clean that filthy face of yours.”

Everything happened so fast that Helen and Ned, both standing behind Bonnie, were frozen in shock. Even Bonnie barely had time to react, just managing to throw up an arm to shield herself.

The liquid steamed as it splashed through the air, reeking of something bitter and rotten.

As Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut, a whirlwind of feeling crashed over her. She was furious and terrified and heartbroken all at once. And in one dizzy instant, she even felt strangely relieved. At least it wasn’t acid, just something disgusting. Still, a wave of bitter questions rose inside her. Why? Why would someone do this to her?

But instead of the humiliation she braced for, with her hair and face soaked in filth, someone suddenly leaped in front of her and took the full blow. Bonnie teetered, nearly falling, until a steady hand caught her.

Blinking, she looked up and saw the thin outline of a man in nothing but a shirt. The liquid sizzled against his skin, tangled in his hair, and dripped down his face in sick, yellow streaks. It was Lawrence.

Bonnie’s eyes filled with tears as she took in the sight of him, his cheeks and neck turning red from the burn, that horrifying mess running down his skin. It was a jumble of feelings she couldn’t begin to sort out, until all that pain just twisted into a cold, sharp glare that she leveled at his face.

Lawrence clenched his jaw and forced the pain down with a rough, low grunt. He took a shaky step, spun, and kicked the attacker to the ground just as the man tried to bolt. Abbot came running in and wrestled the guy down, pinning him.

Abbot took one look at Lawrence’s burned, raw face and panicked. “Lawrence, your face is—go get treated—”

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