Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 425

Lawrence was absolutely thrilled with the wedding photos they had taken in Paris with June. He plastered them all over their home and his office, and even changed all his social media profile pictures and headers to their little family of three.

Over the past few months, Bonnie could feel the sheer, unbridled excitement radiating off him. Some nights, he was so hyped he couldn't even sleep. After they made love, he would wait until she was fast asleep before slipping out to the balcony to let the cool night air calm his racing heart.

She woke up once to find him sitting in the lounge chair on the balcony, a towering stack of wedding albums on the table beside him, right next to their marriage certificate.

Under the dim glow of the floor lamp, Lawrence was slowly flipping through the endless stacks of photos.

When they were selecting the prints, Bonnie had been utterly speechless. He refused to delete a single shot—whether her eyes were half-closed or the angle was slightly off—as long as it wasn't an exact duplicate, he insisted on printing it out to keep.

Whenever he had a free second, he'd look through them.

He was desperately anticipating this wedding. Despite already being legally married, he needed the validation of a grand ceremony, the solemn vows, and the blessings of everyone they knew to soothe his lingering anxieties.

Lately, his favorite phrase had been, "I'm not dreaming, right, Candie? We're really getting married."

Compared to him, Bonnie was much more relaxed.

So relaxed that she actually managed to be late for her final dress fitting. But it wasn't entirely her fault—a VIP client had called just as she was walking out the door, and it was a crisis she couldn't ignore.

Still, as she practically sped to the bridal boutique, she felt a twinge of guilt. A staff member pulled open the heavy glass doors with a bright smile. "Ms. Bonnie, your husband is waiting on the second floor."

Bonnie nodded and headed upstairs. The entire second floor was an exclusive VIP lounge. As soon as she reached the top, she spotted Lawrence sitting perfectly centered on the sofa, dressed in a custom-tailored black suit, his hair styled flawlessly.

His sharp, predatory features had only grown more strikingly handsome with age. Sitting there as the groom-to-be, looking so impeccably serious, he took her breath away.

He was listening intently as the staff walked him through the custom gowns they had prepared for her.

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