Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 31

Jim was Bonnie’s team lead. When he saw the message, he called out from his office, “Bonnie, can you book a meeting room? I’ll sort the proposal.”

“Sure,” Bonnie replied, heading to admin to make the reservation.

The project group chat was going crazy, but Lawrence only sent one message.

Thanks to the team for working late.

Bonnie glanced at Lawrence’s completely black profile picture. For a moment, she remembered that before they broke up, his photo had been the two of them, side by side on horseback, somewhere wide and green.

Lawrence joining the group meant he’d be personally watching over the Yanshan Phase Two project. That realization made Bonnie think about quitting the team. Not that she was avoiding anything, she just didn’t want to have to interact with him.

But right now, everyone was swamped, and Jim was mentoring her for real. Bonnie had no good excuse to drop out.

She tamped down the thought. She hadn’t been the one who’d messed up, anyway. There was no point avoiding things; it was easier to look past him and just get on with her job.

Bonnie got the laptop and projector running, found the blueprints Jim had uploaded, and opened them up on the big screen.

Pretty soon, colleagues from all departments showed up, and the video meeting started. The client’s team popped up on the projector.

Their rep kicked off right away, listing out some key issues.

Jim quickly muted his mic and leaned over, voice low, “Note all this down. Lawrence is going to be really hands-on for this project. He’s focused on these points, especially the underground costs.”

Bonnie nodded, flipped open her notebook, and started scribbling.

There weren’t too many people in this meeting. Bonnie sat close beside Jim, the video window shrunk into the corner. Lawrence wouldn’t be able to see her clearly.

But maybe this was the only way he could peek into her life now. Or stop her from moving on, from seeing other people.

Lawrence had once caught Bonnie being dropped off at her apartment by some guy she’d been set up with. They stood outside for a while, talking quietly.

A cool breeze had swept down the street. Bonnie pushed her hair back behind her ear, her lips curved in a soft smile. The guy she was with grinned back, his smile all goofy and open.

Lawrence had always brought her there. The place was hidden in a tiny alley, run by a big-hearted old man, who always joked about royal ancestry. You couldn’t just walk in, and there was no delivery. Unless you knew someone, you weren’t getting a table.

Once, because Bonnie had a sensitive stomach, Lawrence had actually spent time learning recipes from the chef himself.

The scent of familiar takeout filled the air, but all Bonnie felt was a sick swirl in her stomach.

She pushed it down, waved off the food and said she was dieting.

She ended up working until after eight, then finally packed up and headed home. Felton messaged her, asking if she’d eaten.

Bonnie replied that she hadn’t, just planned to make some noodles.

But then Felton called, saying he was picking up snacks and would bring something by.

This time, Bonnie said yes.