Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 398

A sudden, sour ache twisted in Bonnie's chest. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck, burying her face into his coat.

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

She absolutely hated admitting that all her foul mood and frustration stemmed from the realization that he was about to pack up and head back to Oasinia.

Over the past month, she had become entirely too dependent on his presence. He brought her hot water and breakfast in the mornings, pulled her into his arms for afternoon naps, and offered his strong chest and warm hands to ward off the freezing nights.

The rapid reignition of their romance, magnified by the intense environment, had bred an attachment deeper than she ever anticipated.

She was acting out purely because the thought of letting him go was tearing her apart.

Lawrence hadn't expected her to be so perceptive. He had only just received the briefing from the East Coast division; he needed to fly back for a few days to handle executive affairs and attend a string of mandatory conferences. He couldn't believe she had already sniffed it out.

He felt a pang of helplessness, overshadowed immediately by a crushing wave of affection and protectiveness.

She didn't want him to leave. That had to mean the walls were crumbling. The day she fully let him back in and they officially became a couple again had to be right around the corner.

Pressing a kiss into her hair, he made a soft vow. "I won't be gone long. I promise I'll hurry back, okay?"

Bonnie bit her lip. She wasn't a child anymore; she knew she couldn't be unreasonable just because her emotions were acting up.

"Don't keep flying back and forth just for me," she murmured. "Construction is halted anyway. There's no point in you being here. If you abandon Oasinia for too long, the board of directors is going to riot."

"Lawrence, I can handle myself out here. I'll be fine."

It wasn't like when they first arrived, when aftershocks and collapsing structures were a daily threat. She wasn't afraid.

It would be sheer torture on top of her crushing workload.

Sensing her heavy silence, he offered a lighthearted chuckle to ease her guilt. "Besides, we're halfway through the three-month probation, and I've got nothing to show for it. I have to hustle. If you decide to be ruthless, all my hard work will be for nothing."

She rolled her eyes against his coat. "You're already taking advantage of the situation, so stop playing the victim."

If he had "nothing to show for it," who exactly was wrapping his arms around her right now?

The barrier between them was paper-thin and practically transparent; it was going to tear at the slightest push. Honestly, the whole "probation period" was just a formality at this point.

But she couldn't help it. This sudden disaster relief mission, standing together beneath the snow-capped peaks in the face of literal life and death, had acted as the ultimate catalyst.

Surrounded by people who had violently lost their loved ones, Bonnie simply didn't have the heart to keep pushing away the man standing right in front of her.