Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 262

Bonnie's eyes were dark and heavy. Whatever emotions were hidden in their depths, Lawrence didn't dare to guess, nor did he want to.

"I... If there's nothing else, I'm going to shut the door."

"Lawrence," she finally spoke, slicing right through his nervous rambling. "Is following me all the way out here fun for you?"

Even though he had mentally prepared himself for the possibility of being recognized, utter panic seized him. "Bonnie, I never meant for you to find out," he explained, his voice thick with desperation. "I swear. I just... I was worried it wouldn't be safe for you out here alone. Please don't be mad, okay? I'll leave tomorrow. No, I'll find a ride and leave tonight. Okay?"

Watching him stumble over his words, his throat sounding like it was lined with sandpaper, a sudden surge of irrational anger flared within her usually calm demeanor. She forced it down. "You overheard Aiken and me at the grocery store, didn't you?"

He remained silent, unable to deny it.

"So how did you find out that a trip meant for two turned into a solo vacation?"

Lawrence's head snapped up. His lips parted beneath the mask, only to press shut again in defeat. He saw the flicker of disappointment and suspicion in her eyes.

She firmly believed he had pulled some strings behind her back.

And honestly, with his track record, he hadn't exactly earned her trust. The realization stung deeply.

Bonnie's voice was deadly calm, entirely devoid of inflection. "And then, you went out of your way to use your uncle's connections to get Aiken transferred? You pushed him into being a detective, dangling his career over his head so he couldn't come on this trip with me. That way, it would drive a wedge between us—just like how you kept sabotaging my blind dates. Isn't that right?"

Lawrence let out two ragged, desperate breaths. He desperately wanted to explain, but how could he prove his innocence? He had absolutely nothing to do with Aiken's transfer. It had all been a massive coincidence.

As the seconds ticked by, all he could manage was a choked whisper. "Is that really... is that how despicable you think I am?"

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