Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 383

June let out a sharp bark, as if agreeing with the plan.

Lawrence ruffled the dog's head and took her to brush her teeth.

Right before bed, he sent Bonnie another text, attaching one of the photos from earlier.

[Goodnight, Candie.]

She didn't reply immediately. Lawrence picked up his phone to check it roughly three times a minute, finding no new messages every time he unlocked the screen.

He had already changed his chat background to a picture of them, and his social media banner too.

He might not have won her back entirely yet, but Lawrence was desperate to return to the days when they were in love, when their presence was plastered all over each other's lives.

Looking at his new background, he couldn't help but grin.

After half an hour of waiting, Lawrence assumed Bonnie must have fallen asleep. Just as he was getting ready to put the phone away, she finally replied.

[I was drying my hair.]

[Why did you keep this one? Delete it. I look terrible.]

She quoted a photo where she was standing at the bottom of a set of stairs while Lawrence took the shot from above. It made her look a little short, but her expression was delightfully dazed and adorable.

There was no way he was deleting it.

[You don't look terrible. I already printed it out and hung it on the wall.]

Bonnie replied with a sticker of a cartoon character bonking a dog on the head with a stick, expressing her mock outrage. But she didn't demand he take it down.

Instead, she sent him a photo she had taken.

In it, Lawrence was holding June against his chest, gazing off into the distance. Because of his height, broad shoulders, and long legs, the framing was perfect. Even the misty, overcast sky added a cinematic mood to the shot.

His profile featured sharp, distinct lines that somehow didn't look harsh. The arch of his brow was perfect, his nose straight and commanding. His lips, drawn into a relaxed, comfortable smile in her photo, looked flawless.

Lawrence tapped to save the original image.

Bonnie: [Admit it, my photography skills are way better than yours, right?]

Lawrence: [Yeah, it's a great shot. I'll print it, frame it, and you can keep it in your living room to admire every day.]

Bonnie shot back with a sticker of a dog rolling its eyes: [Keep dreaming! Go to sleep!]

Lawrence wasn't the only one surprised; Odette and Carl exchanged stunned looks.

Over the past three years, they hadn't interacted much. In the beginning, Jasper had thrown a few tantrums, unaccustomed to not having Odette and Carl around all the time.

But eventually, between the presence of his biological father, Jackson's parents, and the sheer resilience of his young age, Jasper adapted quickly.

As time went on, they drifted out of touch.

The boy was the most innocent casualty in the tangled web of their grudges, so Jackson's family had redirected all their guilt over Hannah's actions—and their apologies to The Lane Family—into showering Jasper with love.

Judging by how bright and energetic the boy looked, he was clearly doing well.

Having just started first grade, Jasper still had plenty of childish energy. Unable to sit still, he ran out into the courtyard to play with June.

Lawrence gave Jackson a brief, polite nod before returning his attention to his phone.

Bonnie had just sent a message.

[I have to go to the Highland Frontier with Dale. Our university got a directive to form a Relief Task Force. Dale already signed up since he has experience with post-disaster reconstruction.]

[Lawrence, I'm going too.]