Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 36

Abbot came back to the 16th floor with a takeout box for Lawrence, the same kind he had just delivered to the folks down at the design institute.

Lawrence took a bite of the ribs. The chef at home was better at this, he thought. Even when he cooked for Bonnie back then, it didn’t taste quite like this. Still, Bonnie never liked eating out and didn’t want a private chef in the house, either. She was picky, almost spoiled when it came to food, and insisted on only eating what he made himself.

He remembered back in middle school when her father was transferred and her mother was busy managing a graduating class. Bonnie refused to stay with her grandparents, too proud to put up with their attitudes, so she ended up living in the school dorms.

She was beautiful but always kept her distance, and that made it easy for classmates to leave her out. No one went with Bonnie to the cafeteria, so she just made do—instant noodles, bread, whatever she could get—and ruined her stomach in the process. When she got hungry, the pain was bad enough she could barely stand.

When they first got together, Bonnie was a college freshman, always losing track of time sketching in the studio and forgetting to eat. The first time Lawrence ever really got mad at her was over this, but nothing he said seemed to get through.

Later, whenever the pain hit, she’d nuzzle up to him, whining and begging him to rub her stomach until she felt better.

In the end, Lawrence stepped up his cooking game. He made breakfast every morning and brought it to her dorm. Lunch was food he made too, eaten together at the cafeteria, and dinner was always at his apartment downtown.

Bit by bit, Bonnie’s health bounced back, but she grew even fussier about her food. Lawrence could still picture himself in an apron, spatula in hand, with Bonnie’s arms wrapped tight around his waist as he asked if she wanted to eat his cooking for a lifetime.

Bonnie used to laugh and say he should be her full-time cook, while she’d go make the money.

He would just turn, pin her gently against the fridge and kiss her. “Deal,” he’d say.

He remembered all her favorites, her pet peeves, the foods she could handle, and what she refused to touch no matter what.

The dishes today? All the things Bonnie used to love, the things she would rave about.

Lawrence finished eating but just sat there for a long while, lost in his own thoughts, before calling Abbot in.

“Did the team from the design institute leave already?” he asked.

Abbot wasn’t sure about Jim and Bonnie, but checked the time and figured they must have headed out by now.

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