Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 350

"Lawrence!" Bonnie's voice snapped like a whip, instantly killing his monologue.

She yanked her hand away and shoved it under the running water herself.

Lawrence froze. The sheer panic hit him like a physical blow. He realized, with horrifying clarity, that he had pushed the boundary again.

He slowly lifted his head, his dark, terrified gaze meeting hers in the bathroom mirror.

Seeing the absolute dread in his eyes, the furious words Bonnie had prepared caught in her throat.

Lawrence desperately wanted to explain that he wasn't doing this on purpose. Every time he was near her, taking care of her was an involuntary reflex. It bypassed his brain completely. He just wanted to make her life easier.

But he couldn't say that. If he confessed, he would detonate the fragile, unspoken truce they had spent a month building.

If he pushed her now, he would lose her completely.

And he couldn't survive that again. The three years he had spent across the ocean without her had been a living hell.

Every single day without her dragged on like an eternity.

Not now. Please, not when she was finally letting him in a little.

Without realizing it, his predatory gaze shattered, replaced by an expression of pure, desperate pleading. He was silently begging her not to say the words that would banish him from her life.

His mind went entirely blank. He just stood there, staring at her in the mirror, the sound of the running water the only thing drowning out his frantic heartbeat.

And Bonnie saw it all. Looking into his eyes in the mirror, she read the agonizing sorrow, the regret, and the desperate plea for mercy.

Taking a shaky breath, he quickly washed his own hands and hurried out to serve the rice.

Bonnie was already sitting at the small coffee table with her fork. June, having inhaled his own dinner, was now standing on his hind legs, aggressively pawing at Bonnie's knee for a piece of meat.

Bonnie, however, possessed a will of iron. She ignored the dog entirely.

Lawrence, on the other hand, was a massive pushover. Seeing that Bonnie wouldn't budge, the puppy scurried under the table and began pawing at Lawrence's leg.

The sight of the towering, intimidating billionaire squeezed onto a tiny floor cushion, covertly sneaking pieces of braised pork to a fluffy puppy under the table, was entirely ridiculous.

The heavy, suffocating tension from the bathroom vanished, replaced by a reluctant bubble of amusement in Bonnie's chest.

She slammed her fork down on the table, fixing him with a stern look. "I said stop spoiling him. When he's old enough for human food, I won't let him starve."