Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 347

But the man who stepped out of the Maybach was anything but controlled. He practically sprinted toward her, his dark eyes wide with panic. For a split second, the billionaire in the tailored dress shirt merged flawlessly with the desperate boy from her past.

He crouched down on the dirty pavement right in front of her, his large hands immediately grasping her calf. The familiar, searing heat of his touch snapped Bonnie back to reality.

She flinched, trying to pull her leg back, but Lawrence's grip was an iron vise. He stared at her swollen, bruised ankle, his jaw ticking in barely concealed fury.

"What the hell happened?"

Before Bonnie could form a sentence, Perry spilled the beans, gave them a cheeky wave, and bolted down the street to his date.

Bonnie pressed her lips together. "I just tripped. It's nothing."

"Does it hurt?" Lawrence demanded. His eyes flicked to her scraped elbows and raw palms. His brow furrowed so deeply it looked painful.

He took her injured hand, turning it over in his palm with a devastatingly natural tenderness. Her heart gave a violent, traitorous lurch. She quickly snatched her hand away and looked at the ground. "I'm fine. Barely hurts. Just help me up."

"I'm carrying you to the car," he stated, not moving from his crouch. His gaze was entirely serious.

She bit her lip and shook her head. "I can walk."

Lawrence's gaze turned somber. He didn't argue. He stood, wrapping a strong arm around her waist, and hoisted her to her feet. She hopped on her good leg, accidentally stepping hard on his polished leather shoe, but he absorbed her weight effortlessly.

They didn't speak on the short walk to the car. When he opened the passenger door, June popped his head up, barking excitedly and rolling over for belly rubs.

Lawrence grabbed the puppy by the scruff, unceremoniously depositing him into the backseat. He buckled Bonnie in, shut the door, and rounded the hood.

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