Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 381

Lawrence swiped through the photos one-handed, looking pleased. "These all turned out great. This one is my favorite."

He held up his phone to show Bonnie. It was the last photo they took, where she was flashing a peace sign. Seeing their natural, genuine smiles on the screen, and little June sitting perfectly straight with her chest puffed out, Bonnie couldn't bring herself to say she didn't like it.

"Put me down," Bonnie kicked her legs lightly. "People are staring."

Lawrence set the photo as both his lock screen and wallpaper, hitching her a little higher in his arms with an innocent grin.

They were standing by the railing, the sprawling valley right behind them. Bonnie glared at him and delivered a merciless, though playful, punch to his shoulder, but she tightened her arms around his neck anyway.

With both arms holding her secure, Lawrence looked up at her. "Candie, it's been a long time since I held you like this. Our first photo together was on a mountain, too. We asked a stranger to take it, and we were in the exact same pose."

Of course, Bonnie remembered. She even remembered the colors of the windbreakers they wore that day—one black, one white.

It felt like time had looped back on itself. Even the date was the same.

Whether it was a one-month trial or a three-month trial, it all began in October, Bonnie's favorite season.

She lowered her eyes and nodded. "I remember."

Lawrence let out a soft chuckle. He didn't say anything, but his gaze was scorching. It burned with an intensity that made Bonnie squirm. Biting her lip, she pushed at his shoulders. "Let me down."

This time, he listened. But the moment her feet touched the ground, she was swept into his embrace. His strong, muscular arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders, pulling her tight.

Bonnie raised a hand and rested it gently on his back.

Other people at the summit were also braving the rain to head down. Lawrence scooped June up, tucking her against his chest, before glancing down at Bonnie's shoes. He looked at her with utter sincerity. "Let me carry you down on my back. We don't want your shoes getting dirty."

Bonnie knew it was just an excuse—there was no such thing as keeping your shoes clean on a mountain hike—but after a brief pause, she didn't refuse.

A brilliant light sparked in Lawrence's eyes. Not wanting to look at his triumphant expression, Bonnie spun him around and pushed his shoulders. "Squat down."

Taking the umbrella to hold over both of them, Bonnie let out a sudden burst of laughter as Lawrence hoisted her onto his back with effortless stability.

He turned his head slightly. "What's so funny?"

"I'm laughing at us," Bonnie said, pointing to the little dog dangling from his front, then to herself on his back. "You look like a carrying pole. June on the front, me on the back."