Lawrence pulled his hand back sheepishly. "I just thought she looked too pitiful. I won't let her have it, don't be mad."
June spun in circles on the floor, frantic over the lost bone.
Bonnie couldn't help but laugh, and the ice in the room instantly melted. Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief and emboldened himself to speak. "When June gets a little older, I'll cook some bones for her."
"Mhm," Bonnie replied, turning back to her meal.
Every bite she took was incredibly familiar. Lawrence wasn't a heavy-handed cook. He had learned from a private chef and spent hours scouring the internet for recipes to soothe her stomach. Everything he made was meticulously tailored to her tastes.
With every bite, a wave of nostalgia washed over her.
It was a sensation she couldn't quite wrap her head around—her body reacting faster than her mind. Her brain might have forgotten, but her body didn't lie.
She had remembered this taste all along.
After finishing a single bowl of rice, she was full. Setting down her silverware, she hopped on one foot toward the bathroom to wash her hands. Lawrence quietly cleared the table and headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Halfway through, he realized Bonnie hadn't come out. Poking his head out, he saw the bathroom door closed. A prickle of worry hit him. He turned off the faucet and listened closely. She was taking a shower.
Terrified she might slip, Lawrence stood perfectly still, not daring to turn the water back on until the sound of the shower stopped. After a few minutes of normal rustling, Bonnie emerged in her pajamas, her hair wrapped in a towel, her skin flushed and luminous.
He quickly averted his gaze and went back to scrubbing.
Bonnie hopped over to her desk and sat down. Lawrence knew she was gearing up to work late.
Sure enough, by the time he had cleaned the kitchen and taken out the trash, Bonnie was on speakerphone with Dale, discussing the project.
She didn't even look up.
Dale offered a few revisions, and Bonnie jotted them down. Once she hung up, she started drafting and adjusting the 3D models. This was technically Perry's job, but she refused to interrupt his birthday dinner with Yvonne.

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