Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 250

Halfway through the drive, Bonnie still hadn't had her fill of the scenery, but she’d snapped enough photos. She sent a few to her parents and Helen, sharing the breathtaking shots that could easily double as wallpaper.

Bachelor replied with a thumbs-up emoji, while Shirley reminded her to stay safe.

Helen expressed her extreme jealousy, stuck miserably working overtime. She quoted one of the photos and asked: [So, how's the trip with Aiken going?]

Bonnie glanced at the picture. She had taken it from the middle seat, capturing the pine trees retreating through the windshield. It was beautiful.

Half a head and a shoulder were visible in the passenger seat.

It suddenly dawned on her that she hadn't told Helen her romantic getaway had turned into a solo trip once again.

After she explained why Aiken couldn't make it, Helen sent back a cringing emoji: [Then who's riding shotgun?]

Bonnie: [Just a rideshare. I don't know him.]

Helen: [Alright... but to be honest, I kind of saw this coming.]

[Aiken is a top-tier guy, but the two of you just aren't meant to be. He's not really suited for you. His heart is set on catching bad guys and serving the country, so naturally, his personal life takes a back seat. Selfishly speaking, I wouldn't want you to be a homicide detective's wife anyway. The danger level is way too high compared to a regular cop.]

Bonnie understood this all too well and had already made peace with it. Perhaps Helen was right. She and Aiken simply lacked that spark of destiny.

There was also something intangible missing.

It was like having a shiny new stove and a full tank of gas, but the spark just wouldn't catch.

Their warnings made Bonnie a little anxious. She clicked her seatbelt into place and sat tight, immediately feeling the road grow noticeably bumpier than before. After navigating a few slopes, the car slid sideways quite a bit.

The roads were dangerously slick.

Victor remained completely unfazed. Seeing his two passengers so tense, he was about to crack a joke to lighten the mood when they rounded a sharp bend. Four people were standing by the roadside, waving frantically. Behind them, half the body of an orange SUV was buried deep in a snowbank.

"Another orange beast," Victor muttered, shaking his head. "We always give these colored rentals a wide berth on the road. It's always out-of-towners thinking they can off-road. They don't know the terrain, they don't slow down, and they only learn their lesson once they've nose-dived into a snowbank."

Despite his complaining, Victor expertly found a safe spot to pull over.

"Wait here a sec, guys. Let me grab the tow rope and shovel." Having driven this route for ages, he always kept recovery gear handy.