In the past, she had been too focused on how he catered to her personal life, and since he never let his stress bleed into their relationship, she had forgotten this side of him.
His intensity, his excellence—it was all still there. And just like before, he carved out time from his chaotic life just to care for her.
Lying there that night, watching his silhouette through the glass, pieces of the man she used to know fell perfectly back into place.
The meeting ran long. When Lawrence finally slid the balcony door open, Bonnie shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
He adjusted the AC, pulled the covers over her, saved the design files on her laptop, and crept back to her bedside.
He crouched there, petting June for what felt like hours. By the time he finally turned off the lights and left, Bonnie was genuinely drifting off.
June trotted after him to the door, then came pattering back to sleep in her dog bed.
Hearing the front door click shut and his car engine start below, Bonnie finally let herself fall asleep.
Truthfully, they had both settled into this routine.
They didn't talk about the past. They commuted, ate, played with June, and worked in comfortable silence—her at the desk, him on the couch.
A glass of warm water or sliced fruit would magically appear right when she needed it.
They exchanged casual words during breaks, or simply locked eyes when they were busy. It never felt awkward.
For a full half month, this was their normal.
But reality had to kick back in.
On the day Bonnie decided she was fully recovered, she walked to the door. Lawrence instinctively reached out to pick her up, but she pressed a hand against his arm.



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