Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 368

Her words pierced straight through him. Fighting the suffocating ache in his chest, his tall frame seemed to wilt in the night wind.

They locked eyes, both seeing the heavy, undeniable emotions swimming in each other's gaze.

He looked utterly lost, while she looked ready to burn everything to the ground.

His lips moved, forcing the words out. "If you hate me, I can disappear forever. Just say the word, and I'll do it. I won't hound you like I used to."

She pushed her hair back, her eyes rimmed with red. Of course she knew this version of him, freed from the darkness of his past, could actually disappear for good.

Just like the last two months in Oasinia.

No contact. No interruptions. As if he had never come to Oasinia, never sent ripples through her life again.

But why the hell should he?

"Who gave you the right to show up again, only to self-righteously declare you're going to disappear?!" Her anger spiked, raw and frantic. "If you didn't want to bother me, you had a million ways to do that. But you picked the absolute most intrusive way to do it. Lawrence, I swear I don't understand you."

He wanted to explain, to say he had only intended to stay by her side as a friend. But that excuse wouldn't even fool himself.

Since they reunited, he had crossed the line at every turn.

"Bonnie, don't be mad. I'll change, okay?" He didn't know how to say anything smooth anymore. It was all he had left.

She let out a bitter laugh into the wind, her tone spiteful. "That's all you know how to do now, Lawrence. You haven't grown at all."

She turned and kept walking down the boardwalk. The sharp click of her heels felt like blows against his chest. He instinctively followed until she finally stopped beneath a streetlamp.

"Do you know why I was crying?"

He fell silent. His throat felt as though it were blocked by acid-soaked cotton, burning him and suffocating him at the same time.

Of course he knew. Because once upon a time, their wedding would have been just as beautiful.

She used to tell him how much she envied Helen.

She envied the way Helen treated her parents like friends. She envied how Helen's future in-laws had loved her more than their own son since they were kids.

She envied how inseparable Helen and Ned were, free from toxic drama and messy family conflicts.

That had happened the first time they fought over Hannah. After he had coaxed her back, she had curled up against his chest and admitted her jealousy of other people's lives.