Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 264

What had actually happened all those years ago? Truth be told, Lawrence had nearly forgotten it himself. Or rather, his survival instinct had violently repressed the agonizing memories.

But the moment she asked, he realized every horrible detail was still seared into his mind.

After all, that night had irrevocably destroyed his entire life and obliterated his relationship with the woman he loved.

He took a deep breath, the frigid air stinging his throat and chilling him to the bone. "I wasn't actually at the ski resort that night, Bonnie. I was sitting outside your apartment building."

Bonnie's gaze faltered for a fraction of a second. She nodded. "Go on."

Lawrence stared blankly ahead. As the words spilled out, a dazed emptiness consumed his expression.

He had waited outside her building all night. For the first time ever, when she was furious with him, he hadn't shamelessly forced his way to her door to beg for her forgiveness.

Back then, he felt like an utter failure for not balancing the tension between her and Hannah. He was completely out of his depth. At his age, with so little life experience—and navigating his very first real love—it was simply too complicated for him to handle.

In a way, he was even throwing a bit of a tantrum.

He was frustrated that she didn't trust him. His love, his deep obsession, and his devotion to her had never once been a secret.

He had been trying his hardest to keep his distance from Hannah for the sake of their relationship. But he was only in his early twenties—naïve, immature, and completely clueless about boundaries.

He genuinely believed he had been entirely clear with Hannah that day. Growing up, he had always treated her strictly like an older sibling. She was family, so he tolerated her possessiveness, desperate not to blow things out of proportion.

But because Bonnie constantly felt insecure, he finally put his foot down and outright rejected Hannah's advances.

Her will to live was practically nonexistent.

Hearing this, Bonnie snapped her head to look at him. His lips trembled, his eyes dark with devastating grief. "There was a massive power outage at the ski resort that night. Every building in the area went totally dark. Hannah was drinking heavily because I had just rejected her."

Lawrence hunched forward, digging his trembling fingers into his hair. "No one knows who the guy was. The next morning, a maid found her bleeding out in the bathtub. All the evidence was washed down the drain. She couldn't handle the fact that she was... attacked. She just kept showering. If the staff had found her a minute later, she would have bled to death."

Bonnie's steady pulse skyrocketed. Her breath hitched. The mystery that had haunted her for three excruciating years turned out to be dripping with blood.

But why hadn't he just told her? And how did any of that drag him down with her?

Fighting through the suffocating guilt and self-hatred, Lawrence finally found his voice. "My family was in complete chaos. You have no idea how terrifying it is to watch someone actively try to die. Hannah would try to hurt herself at any second, in any place, completely without warning."