Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 434

By her sixth month of pregnancy, Bonnie's baby bump was prominent. She had gained a little weight, giving her a luminous, radiant complexion. She never thought the word 'curvy' would ever apply to her, but she was entirely satisfied, especially since she felt infinitely better than she had during the agonizing first trimester. Lawrence had hired a private driver for her. On the days she felt up to visiting the studio, she never pushed herself too hard. Yvonne was practically running the design and operational sides now, leaving Bonnie to merely oversee top-level management. That afternoon, Bonnie finished her tasks just after four o'clock and decided to head over to The Lane Group headquarters to pick her husband up from work. Lawrence was supposed to have left for a business trip to the neighboring city the previous afternoon to make a morning conference, but he couldn't bear the thought of leaving her home alone overnight. Instead, he had opted to leave at the crack of dawn. She hadn't even heard him slip out of bed. When she woke up, there was only a sticky note on her nightstand reminding her to eat breakfast and promising he'd be back by the afternoon. She missed him. He was always the one picking her up, and today, she wanted the thrill of surprising her husband at the office. She stopped by the adjacent office to let Yvonne know she was leaving. Yvonne looked up and grabbed her coat to walk her out. "I'm not that fragile, you know," Bonnie said with an exasperated smile. "Get back to work. You've been carrying the entire company on your shoulders lately, and I already feel guilty enough." Yvonne rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, please. We're partners. Besides, I'll probably be in your shoes one day, right? Women have to look out for each other." Bonnie smiled. Their studio already offered excellent benefits for pregnant employees, and they made sure to heavily compensate the staff who took on extra workloads to prevent any resentment. They never factored in age or gender during hiring—only raw talent. When they first founded the studio, they vowed that if they ever became the bosses, they would do everything in their power to make the corporate world easier for women. Still, hearing Yvonne talk about having a family was a pleasant surprise. When Bonnie was in the trenches of her first-trimester morning sickness, Yvonne had visited her and sworn off having kids entirely. "Spill it," Bonnie teased, arching a brow. "Is there a new romance in your life you aren't telling me about?" Yvonne shook her head. Her entire focus had been on the business; her love life was non-existent. She had simply had a change of heart. "I used to think living a carefree, single life forever sounded perfect. But seeing all my friends settle down and build these beautiful, happy lives... it gets a little lonely. I realized I want a stable family for the next few decades of my life. A person needs an anchor in this world, you know?" Family, friends, romance, children—they were all anchors that kept a person grounded through different seasons of life. Going through the world completely alone, without any deep connections, was possible, but it left you drifting aimlessly. "More importantly, I'm making way too much money," Yvonne joked, her eyes twinkling. "Someone has to inherit it." A soft, tender smile touched Bonnie's lips. She never pressured anyone to get married, nor did she judge anyone who wanted to stay single and free. People needed different things at different stages of their lives, as long as they were happy in the present. After saying her goodbyes, Bonnie settled into the backseat of her car and told her driver to head to The Lane Group. She didn't text Lawrence. When she arrived, the receptionist happily swiped her up to the executive floor. The first person she ran into stepping off the elevator was Abbot. He looked genuinely surprised—it wasn't every day the boss's wife made an appearance. His gaze dropped to her bump for a fraction of a second before he professionally recovered. "Mrs. Lane. You should have let me know you were coming. I'll go get the boss." "No need. Go back to whatever you were doing, Abbot. I'll let myself in." Abbot still escorted her to the office, pushing the heavy mahogany door open for her. Her soft-soled shoes made absolutely no sound against the plush carpet. She peered inside and realized Lawrence wasn't behind his massive desk. He was fast asleep on the leather sofa. His large frame took up the entire length of the couch. The top buttons of his crisp dress shirt were undone, his left arm hanging loosely off the edge while his right forearm rested over his eyes. Even in sleep, the exhaustion etched into his handsome features was painfully clear. Noticing the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest, Bonnie couldn't bear to wake him. She quietly grabbed a throw blanket from one of the armchairs and gently draped it over him.