Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 466

Shortly after the holidays, Bonnie began rigorous sessions with a physics tutor who lived in the faculty housing complex. Her schedule was immediately buried under a suffocating mountain of coursework, leaving her only a sliver of time before bed to check her phone.

Her conversations with Lawrence dwindled drastically.

On the night before the new semester officially began, Bonnie finished dinner and headed straight for her bedroom, just as she always did. But before she could cross the threshold, Shirley's voice snapped through the air, stopping her cold.

Hearing her mother's dangerously sharp tone, Bonnie's stomach dropped.

Shirley followed her into the bedroom and closed the door firmly behind her.

Instinctively, Bonnie began to pick at her cuticles, her eyes glued to the floor. "What is it, Mom?"

Shirley scoffed. One look at Bonnie's defensive posture told her everything she needed to know. Lately, her daughter had been bolting to her room the second dinner was over. Normally, Bonnie barely cared about her phone, but now it was practically glued to her side.

Sometimes, Shirley caught her staring at the screen with a faint, secretive smile.

The fact that a single question made Bonnie nervous enough to fidget was a dead giveaway.

Shirley had been observing her with cold, calculating eyes for days. She didn't think anything serious was happening yet—it was likely just a spark she could easily extinguish. Still, the mere fact that Bonnie was entertaining such distractions filled Shirley with profound disappointment and rising anger.

She walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and said nothing. She simply stared.

Cold sweat broke out along Bonnie's spine. She knew guilt was written all over her face. But then she reminded herself that she had been careful. She had deleted their entire chat history. Even if Shirley demanded to see the phone right now, she could talk her way out of it.

The mother and daughter remained trapped in a suffocating silence—one sitting, one standing.

Shirley had spent the last few days running through a dozen different tactics to drag her daughter's little secret out into the open. But considering this was Bonnie's first offense, Shirley decided to give her a chance to correct her course.

She didn't confiscate her students' phones to invade their privacy at school, and she didn't need to stoop to those measures with her own daughter at home.

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