Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 377

"I'll carry her," Lawrence said, turning the steering wheel to pull out of the complex. "Dogs shouldn't hike; it's bad for their joints. Once we get to the top, we can let her run around for a bit."

Hearing that, Bonnie felt relieved.

With the holiday in full swing, the roads were packed with tourists flooding Cabinda and locals trying to get out. Traffic was at a standstill. To pass the time, Lawrence turned on some music.

Joshua Radin’s “Angels” started playing.

It was one of his all-time favorites, a staple on all of his driving playlists. Bonnie reached over and turned the volume up a notch.

"I haven't heard this in ages," she remarked. She used to love the song, too.

They caught a red light. Resting his arm on the open window, Lawrence casually tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, looking completely at ease.

"Me neither. I haven't really listened to music much these past few years."

The melody was so familiar it was practically etched into his brain, and he knew the lyrics by heart. Two lines in particular hit him hard as they played through the speakers.

When I'm lost, it's only you I seek.

You've got wings to set me free.

He and Bonnie had listened to this song together countless times. They had sung it together just as often.

It felt incredibly fitting for exactly where they were right now.

Staring at the sluggish line of cars ahead, a profound sense of peace washed over him. The soothing melody flowed into his ears, bringing his long-dormant heart back to life with a strong, steady rhythm.

He had stood outside her apartment building for a long time that night.

Every single word they had exchanged was burned into his memory.

"Then why did you even buy it?" she casually remarked, taking a crunchy bite.

He hit the gas, moving the SUV forward. "Because you love it. You don't even mind the fishy smell."

She had always been obsessed with seaweed snacks, and she knew he absolutely despised them. "You have zero taste," she retorted. "How can you turn down something this good?"

He just laughed. "Ask June if she wants any."

Refusing to believe her dog wouldn't want a treat, Bonnie held a piece right under June's nose. The pup gave it a quick sniff, rolled her dark eyes, and went straight back to aggressively gnawing on her toy.

Annoyed, Bonnie gave the dog's head a light smack. "I can't eat with either of you. Zero taste."

Lawrence shot her an amused look, raising an eyebrow. "Well, that's a shame. For lunch, I booked us a spot that serves wild matsutake mushrooms, and I've got fresh hairy crabs in the trunk. But if you think I have no taste, I'll just tell the chef to cancel it. I'll take it all home and eat it myself."