Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 318

Lawrence's heart began to hammer wildly in his chest. The rain didn't seem to hit the ground or the tips of his shoes—it was pounding directly against his heart.

"It's me. I called out to you when you left, but you didn't hear me."

Lawrence stepped back slightly with his right foot and dropped into a half-crouch, keeping the umbrella perfectly angled to shield Bonnie. He looked at her earnestly. "Happy graduation, Bonnie."

He held the bouquet out to her. The rich, intoxicating fragrance, amplified by the rain, made the flowers smell as if they had just been plucked from a garden.

Bonnie suddenly recalled the flower language she had read about in that book.

I am proud of your growth, and I await your bloom.

It was from a French novel she had read long ago. The heroine's favorite flowers were champagne roses, and she loved to carry a bouquet accented with frosted eucalyptus leaves.

The roses represented growth, but the eucalyptus, which lasted a long time, was the companion.

It was always waiting for the roses to bloom.

Bonnie remembered telling Lawrence that story. From then on, this was the exact arrangement he always bought her.

She smiled but didn't reach for it. "Thank you, but can you hold it for a second? I need to get this puppy out."

Upon hearing her words, the heart that had been trying to escape Lawrence's chest miraculously settled back into place, landing safely.

Peering over the petals of the champagne roses, he spotted the shivering puppy.

Bonnie was clearly in high spirits. She squatted there, cooing at the puppy while trying to scoop it up. Lawrence held the umbrella steady, using his free arm to clutch the flowers and push the pesky holly branches out of her way.

Sensing their kindness, the puppy was very well-behaved. It didn't flinch, offering a few soft whimpers without ever lifting its head.

Bonnie simply grabbed its tiny body and pulled it out. Holding it, she realized just how small, soft, and fragile it felt.

There were plenty of stray cats and dogs on the Kingswood campus, but seeing one this tiny was rare. Who knew which poor mother dog had abandoned this little one here?

"They can," Lawrence replied, listening to the rhythmic patter of rain against the umbrella, all his attention focused on Bonnie's pale fingers. "Don't you remember that Corgi in The Observatory that always tried to nip at your heels? It ended up getting braces."

Bonnie instantly recalled that fat, mean little dog whose teeth were all crooked and who was always trying to bite her.

After the first few encounters, she had practically sprinted every time she saw it.

"Vaguely," Bonnie smiled, standing up with the puppy cradled in her arms.

She had been crouching for so long that her legs had fallen asleep. On top of that, she had worn heels for the sake of looking good, and she hadn't noticed the drainage grate near the edge of the flowerbed when she had squatted down.

The heel of her shoe was now wedged tightly into the iron grate.

She instinctively yanked her foot, swaying slightly until Lawrence grabbed her shoulder to steady her. He let go the instant she found her balance. She looked down behind her, wiggling her foot, but it was stuck fast.

"Hold the umbrella," Lawrence instructed, handing it to her before crouching back down. He gripped the heel of her shoe with his palm and applied a little force. The moment the stiletto popped free, Lawrence noticed the back of Bonnie's heel was slightly red from friction.