Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 190

Three days had passed since he got back from the States.

Lawrence hadn’t slept in what felt like forever. He was wiped out, totally running on empty, but his nerves were shot, buzzing with a restless energy that just wouldn’t quit.

He told Abbot to handle everything else, then drove himself back to The Hamilton. Over the last few days, thanks to the PR team, the whole mess about Bonnie was already cooling down online. People were still talking, but not nearly as much.

Lawrence stood outside The Hamilton for half an hour, not moving, letting the cold wind hit his face. Every time it did, he felt a little bit colder inside too.

Tracking someone down in the US? No problem. Giving them a hard time and dragging them back to his turf? Easy. But now the real person behind it all had finally made a move. Lawrence had half expected it, but that didn’t make the way forward any less rough. It wasn’t just about not knowing what would happen next. It was about heading straight into a nightmare, full of obstacles and pain.

Whatever the law had in store for him next, that was the easy part. What he really had to deal with was the judgment, the emotional chains, the feeling of being blackmailed with family ties.

His hands shook as he lit a cigarette. He took a slow drag. Exhaustion came rushing back, leaving his head pounding, ready to split open.

The main door swung open. The housekeeper came out with a bag of trash. She stopped short when she saw him. “Lawrence?”

He just nodded, eyes landing on an unfamiliar car parked out front. “Do we have guests?”

“That’s Hannah’s friends. Nana and Jackson came by,” she explained. “Hannah’s performance wrapped up tonight. They wanted to celebrate... Lawrence, you look terrible. Did you not rest at all? And are you hurt?”

He probably did look bad. His chin was covered with patchy stubble, deep shadows pooled under his bloodshot eyes, and there was something dull and haunted in the way he held himself. The skin along his cheek and neck looked scabbed and dark, almost like recovering from a burn. There was a nasty bruise on his temple.

Lawrence just said he was fine. He stubbed out his cigarette, pulled out his phone, and shot off a quick text to Abbot. All of them being here actually made things easier. It was time to clear the air.

He walked inside, catching the sound of laughter and easy conversation. Jasper was healthy again, running and playing—his carefree giggles making the whole place feel lighter.

Lawrence opened the door. Everything got quiet.

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