Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 39

Felton didn’t even notice. His thoughts were somewhere else completely. He set the GPS to Bonnie’s place, not even remembering that they’d made plans to get porridge together.

He kept sneaking glances at the gloomy sky outside, barely saying a word the whole drive. His mind just wasn’t there.

Bonnie turned toward the window, watching rain blur the city lights and pool on the glass. The streets were clogged with cars going nowhere. With every extra minute stuck in traffic, Felton’s knuckles went paler on the steering wheel.

“If you’ve got something else going on, don’t worry about me. You can let me out at the subway entrance up ahead,” Bonnie said, her tone light but distant.

Felton seemed caught off guard. For a second, he looked awkward. “It’s fine. I’ll drive you home.”

Bonnie let the rest of her words die in her throat. She’d been busy these past days, and Felton was, too. They barely talked now, nowhere near like it was when they’d first started messaging all the time.

She thought of what Helen had said: men start dating again fast after a breakup, but they don’t actually get over their exes so quickly.

Her gaze drifted to the tube of Dior lipstick resting in her bag.

Finally, they made it past the jammed-up street, and the ride smoothed out. Outside, the rain hammered even harder. By the time they reached her apartment, it was loud enough to drown out everything else.

Bonnie unclipped her seatbelt and dug a small umbrella out of her bag. “I can make it from here. Really.”

Felton glanced at the storm. The wind was nearly sideways, raindrops slamming the ground. That flimsy umbrella wouldn’t protect her at all. He already felt bad for being late — letting her go in alone, that didn’t sit right with him.

He thought about pulling into the underground garage, but the security booth was empty.

Right then, his phone started going off, one call after another.

He didn’t hesitate. One look at the screen, and he just flipped it, face-down. His new phone case was a plain black, and his fingers almost looked colorless from gripping it too tight.

“I’ll walk you in,” he said. Deciding, he opened the door and got out, stepping straight into the biting wind and rain. He hurried around to open Bonnie’s door and took the umbrella from her.

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