Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 259

And when she saw the figure racing madly toward the shore and diving in without a hint of hesitation, she knew. She recognized the broad shoulders, the way he ran, the way he dove.

It was Lawrence. It had to be.

In that moment, an indescribable storm of emotions slammed into her. Was it shock? Anger? Helplessness? She couldn't tell.

She had no mental space to question why Lawrence had secretly followed her all the way out here. All she knew was that he could not die today.

He could not die in the freezing waters of Silvania. And he definitely couldn't die acting like some tragic hero.

Bonnie watched as Lawrence desperately tried to steady himself and swim toward the bank, only to be ruthlessly shoved back by the rapids. He finally managed to latch onto a protruding shelf of ice. The half of his face that was exposed was flushed an alarming, icy red.

The temperature in Silvania that day was barely five degrees.

The little girl was already receiving first aid from an experienced tour guide and seemed like she would pull through. But Lawrence was on the verge of severe hypothermia.

Bonnie recalled a winter rafting trip from years ago when a guide had explained how to treat hypothermia after falling into a frozen river.

She cast a swift glance at Lawrence as he weakly reached for the rope again. Without hesitating, she sprinted up the embankment, questioning several guides before finally locating an emergency thermal blanket. By the time she raced back down, another man had stripped off his heavy coat and jumped in.

Just as Lawrence lost his grip and the strength to save himself, the man managed to grab him.

Lawrence clenched his jaw and weakly shook his head, his voice rattling. "I'm... fine... no... no hospital..."

He was frozen stiff, clinging to his consciousness by a thread. Catching a glimpse of Bonnie's long yellow coat hovering on the edge of the crowd, he instinctively jerked his head away, pressing his hands harder against his mask.

The fabric was frozen solid, cutting into his skin like ice. Frost clung to his hair and eyelashes. He silently prayed—prayed to God that she wouldn't recognize him.

Helpful bystanders rushed over with dry thermal layers, heat packs, and thermoses of hot water. Victor and a few other men took turns hugging him to transfer their body heat.

As his body temperature slowly began to rise, the mother of the rescued girl dropped down beside him, weeping and thanking him profusely. Lawrence didn't hear a word she said. His blurred gaze was fixed entirely on Bonnie's retreating silhouette as she quietly slipped away.