Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 468

Bonnie had never imagined that speaking a single sentence could make her feel sick to her stomach for days on end.

It shouldn't have hurt this much. They weren't even together.

After parting ways in the convenience store, Bonnie was forced to drag herself through the most agonizing stretch of her life. Not only did she have to sit through classes as if her world hadn't tilted on its axis, but she also had to perform the role of the perfectly obedient, untroubled daughter at home.

All while maintaining her flawless academic record.

Worst of all, walking through the school corridors shifted from a quiet, secret thrill of hoping to bump into him, to a suffocating dread, praying he wouldn't appear at all.

She couldn't scrub the image of Lawrence's face from her memory. The way he had looked at her by the store shelves—so utterly devastated, so utterly betrayed. That look tore the wound in her chest wide open.

She didn't understand why it hurt, and she refused to try.

Mercifully, June arrived in a blink. Bonnie packed up her textbooks, clearing out the classroom to make way for the seniors taking their college entrance exams. As she walked out the door, she cast one final glance back at the empty desks.

She wondered which testing center Lawrence was assigned to. Was he prepared? Did her harsh words ruin his focus?

Months had passed, but the familiar, bitter ache flared up in her chest again. She violently shoved the feeling down and hurried down the hall with Zoey Hudson.

It wasn't until the news broke that Lawrence had been accepted into The Cabinda University that Bonnie finally let out a breath she felt she'd been holding for months.

Cabinda was her dream school, too. If she made it in, was there a chance—however slim—that they might cross paths on campus again?

Would he even remember her by then?

Would he still want to be her friend?

That quiet, desperate hope became her most closely guarded secret. It became the solitary driving force that kept her chained to her desk, relentlessly studying for the next two years.

When a person has a clear, burning target, time stops feeling like an enemy.

Before she knew it, it was her turn to walk into the final exam halls. It was the absolute turning point for every student's future, yet Bonnie felt strangely detached.

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