Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 306

Three years later, June rolled around again.

It was the rainy season in Oasinia, a constant, dreary drizzle that never seemed to stop. Yet, paradoxically, the air was incredibly humid and suffocatingly hot.

When Bonnie left her dorm that morning, the rain had been coming down in sheets, so she threw on a light purple cardigan. By noon, the downpour had softened into a misty drizzle, but walking outside felt like wading through a steam room.

Returning to her dorm, she immediately peeled off the cardigan, folded it neatly into her canvas tote bag, and settled for the beige, sleeveless linen top she wore underneath.

When she started her first year of grad school, she had lucked into a two-person dorm. Even better, her roommate, a law student, had a boyfriend working in the city and usually stayed at his apartment. For most of her graduate life, Bonnie had the luxury of a private room.

She sat at her desk, eating takeout from the dining hall while scrolling through the presentation slides for her afternoon thesis defense. Her eyes were so glued to the screen that she accidentally bit into a chunk of ginger. She quickly spat it out into a napkin and took a large gulp of coffee to wash away the sharp taste.

It had been exactly three years since she moved to Oasinia. She had fully adapted to the city, right down to the local cuisine.

Every major milestone in her life seemed to operate on a three-year cycle. But this time around, her overwhelming takeaway was simply: *I'm exhausted.*

The intensity of her master's program had far exceeded her expectations. Between a grueling course load, intensely difficult design projects, and the relentless pace of Professor Dale's studio, she barely had time to breathe.

If Bonnie wasn't in a lecture, she was building models, drafting designs, attending seminars, or delivering reports. Any leftover time was spent chained to the drafting table.

She couldn't even squeeze in a proper vacation during the holidays. She hadn't hit the slopes for a real snowboarding trip since moving here, settling for a quick, unsatisfying run near Cabinda during the New Year.

Bonnie finished her lunch and quickly cleared the desk. Checking her watch, she saw she had an hour and a half before her defense. Just enough time for a quick nap to recharge so she could face the final hurdle of her master's degree in top form.

Once this was over, she would be stepping into an entirely new chapter of her life.

She was just reaching for her pajamas when her smartwatch buzzed frantically. It was the WhatsApp group chat for Dale's studio.

For the past two weeks, her professor had been relentlessly pursuing a government-led heritage conservation project partnered with a massive real estate developer. If they secured the bid, their year-end bonuses were practically guaranteed.

Bonnie unlocked her phone and scrolled up. Dale had just announced that they won the bid. He had met with the developer's executives today, and the contracts were signed.