When his uncle had originally told him the news, Lawrence had only one petty thought: Well, I guess Aiken lost in love but won in his career.
He couldn't help but feel a vicious surge of relief. Thank god Aiken had chosen to be a dedicated detective and run off on a mission instead of taking Bonnie skiing. Otherwise, who knows who she would be sharing a dining table with right now.
Given Bonnie's personality, if she had actually chosen Aiken, she wouldn't have just given up on the relationship unless Aiken cheated or they had a massive falling out.
If that had happened, Lawrence would have never stood a chance.
He would have spent the rest of his life agonizing until he died.
Thinking about this made Lawrence feel slightly better. Clearly, God favored him more. The universe couldn't bear to watch him and Bonnie miss out on each other, so it had given him everything back.
But the sheer thought that Bonnie and Aiken had almost been a thing still made his stomach churn with jealousy. He aggressively shoveled his food into his mouth, forcing it down his throat.
There was one question forever lodged in his chest—one he didn't dare ask and didn't even want to know the answer to.
He didn't know if Bonnie had ever actually caught feelings for Aiken, even for a fleeting second.
But he also knew he had zero right to ask, and honestly, there was no point in digging it up. It was all in the past. At this stage in their lives, at their age, it would be pathetic to obsess over something so childish.
Even if she had caught feelings, so what? The man she loved right now was him.
That was all that mattered.
Despite aggressively reassuring himself, Lawrence was still completely distracted. He chewed like a robot. Whenever Bonnie spoke, he listened and replied, but he wasn't acting like his usual self—he wasn't pulling her in for random kisses or playfully teasing her between bites.
As soon as they finished eating, he immediately used doing the dishes as an excuse to escape into the kitchen.
Resting her chin in her hand, Bonnie gazed toward the kitchen. The transparent glass sliding door perfectly framed Lawrence's tall silhouette.
From the back, he looked as utterly sulky as a wronged child.

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