Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 320

Lawrence hadn't taken an umbrella.

The rain was coming down harder now. He jogged swiftly down the street, his white dress shirt already soaked and clinging to his broad shoulders.

Bonnie stood in the doorway, watching his retreating figure disappear into a storefront down the block.

It wasn't a particularly shocking reunion. Another three years had slipped by, but time had a funny way of looping back on itself, inevitably dragging ghosts from the past right back into the present.

After everything they had been through together, they were never going to be parallel lines that never crossed.

Yet, Bonnie felt no real emotional turbulence. Lawrence was just an old friend she hadn't seen in years. He wasn't going to disrupt her current life.

A short while later, Lawrence returned, carrying a shopping bag. By then, the puppy's checkup was finished. There were no major issues; the vet brought the little guy out and gave him his first round of vaccines.

They also prescribed some basic medication.

Bonnie decided to grab all the essentials right there at the clinic—a crate, pee pads, goat's milk powder, and puppy kibble.

There was a lot to learn about caring for a new pup, and she listened intently to the vet's instructions. Lawrence stood beside her, absorbing the information while engaging in a staring contest with the little underbite puppy sprawled on the blanket.

He didn't have a name yet, but Lawrence guessed he would probably be called June.

Years ago, Bonnie had mentioned that if she ever got a dog, she would name it after the month she adopted it. Lawrence used to tease her about what she'd do if she found one in November or December.

Multi-syllable names were too much of a mouthful for a dog command, he'd argued.

Bonnie would just roll her eyes at his lack of imagination and say she'd name them Winter and December instead, insisting they sounded far more poetic.

He wondered if she still remembered that silly little rule of hers.

Once the vet finished, Lawrence naturally stepped up to carry the mountain of supplies. He managed to juggle the heavy bags in one hand while holding the umbrella with the other, shielding Bonnie as she carried the puppy to the passenger seat.

After loading the trunk, Lawrence slid into the driver's seat and handed the shopping bag to her.

Even back when they had first started dating years ago, Lawrence had never accepted a dime from her.

A bitter lump formed in his throat, but he quickly forced himself to look on the bright side. At the very least, Bonnie was willing to interact with him like a normal acquaintance.

That was a decent start.

Lawrence wiped the smudges off his glasses and pulled the car away from the curb.

Traffic was abysmal. The sky had turned pitch black, and through the rain-streaked windshield, the colorful city neon blurred into glowing, distorted halos.

Sitting at a standstill for nearly ten minutes, Lawrence cast a sideways glance at Bonnie, who was softly petting the puppy. For a fleeting, dizzying moment, it felt as though time had flowed backward, returning them to the days when they were still deeply in love.

Back then, he used to drive her everywhere, roaring through the streets in his flashy Koenigsegg.

He hadn't touched those kinds of supercars in years. He had lost that reckless, youthful arrogance. Those immature, carefree years had vanished in the blink of an eye. He was twenty-nine now—he wasn't a kid anymore.