Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 371

But Bonnie had overestimated herself. She underestimated how deeply ingrained this relationship was, and she certainly underestimated how much Lawrence still cared for and loved her.

The more time she spent with him, the more their unspoken connection, their familiarity, and the uncontrollable memories told her one thing: they were never destined to just be friends.

After speaking her piece, Bonnie's thoughts gradually cleared. "I won't deny that being with you makes me happy. But that happiness can't cover up the truth."

She finally reached her main point—the one thing she had spent days trying to figure out.

"What I want is the man who used to bring me joy. I want the Lawrence who went through hell, learned his lesson, and still chose me without hesitation. The one who lifts me up, not this timid ghost hiding in the shadows, constantly walking on eggshells around me."

"Every time you give me that look—the one where you're terrified I might get mad or upset—it's a suffocating wave of despair. It makes me realize that you're just acting out of guilt, trying to make amends. It's your way of constantly reminding me of what happened in the past, digging up the trauma I tried so hard to bury. You're forcing me to face a broken version of you, ruined by a lunatic. You make me think of the psycho who destroyed us."

As soon as Bonnie finished, a heavy weight lifted off her chest. That was exactly it. She didn't like this man who had been tortured into sickness by a madwoman. She even resented it.

"Hannah, that lunatic, turned my Lawrence into a shell of a man. Your guilt and attempts to make up for it have completely eclipsed the bright, confident guy you were in your twenties. They hide all your growth and transformation."

"So, Lawrence, let me tell you this. Even if there's no possibility for us, it will only truly be over when I decide I don't love you anymore. No one else, and no outside force, has the right to dictate my feelings!"

Lawrence was completely stunned. Bonnie's final words hit him like a massive wave, jolting him awake. His breathing grew ragged as he sluggishly tried to process what she was saying.

But he didn't dare believe it.

Bonnie stared at him quietly, waiting for a reaction.

His hands began to shake. He tremblingly tried to raise them, only to let them drop. His lips parted as he tried to ask what she meant. What did she mean by, 'it will only truly be over when I decide I don't love you anymore'?

His grip was so fierce, as if he were pouring years of suppressed embraces into this single moment. He pressed her firmly against his chest, holding her so tightly that not a breath of air could pass between them.

They used to be so perfect together, so deeply in love. Every embrace felt like they were finding a missing piece of themselves.

This hug bridged years of time, misunderstandings, and pain. The second he held her, he could feel their hearts pressing together once more.

His entire body trembled.

He was on the verge of breaking down, pressing his lips tightly against her thick hair.

"Candie, please don't go..."