Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 477

Bonnie's lips curved upward. He definitely had a goofy side, too. She wondered if she was the only one who got to see it.

Lawrence took a few steps toward her, unable to hide the sheer admiration in his gaze. It made Bonnie a little self-conscious, and she shyly lowered her eyes.

He rubbed the back of his neck, desperately wanting to tell her she looked beautiful, but his courage failed him. After a painfully long pause, he blurted out, "You're wearing makeup..."

Bonnie shot him a deadpan look and kept walking. Lawrence quickly fell into step beside her, handing over the bag of breakfast. "Eat it while it's hot. I got your favorite milk."

She murmured a thank you and took a small bite of the warm sandwich. The milk was perfectly heated, too. It sent a sudden wave of nostalgia crashing over her—back to the days when they'd accidentally run into each other at the high school convenience store, and he'd sneak her a carton of milk. Back then, it was their little secret, a hidden game only the two of them played. Now, he could just openly hand it to her.

Growing up wasn't so bad after all, Bonnie thought.

As they walked side by side, Lawrence's gaze kept drifting back to her. She was wearing a light purple track suit that made her look vibrant and fresh. Compared to two years ago, the lingering traces of childhood awkwardness had completely vanished.

Her cheeks were dusted a soft pink, and under the morning sun, he could see the impossibly fine peach fuzz on her skin.

So gorgeous, he thought.

They reached the campus gates, and Bonnie immediately spotted a wildly ostentatious, dark green Koenigsegg parked right out front. A steady stream of students were openly gawking at it as they passed. A wild thought struck her: please tell me that's not his.

Right on cue, Lawrence cleared his throat, the tips of his ears burning red. "So, uh, I never really get the chance to drive this thing. Figured since it's the holidays, I'd take you for a spin."

Bonnie thought it was a bit much, especially with the holiday crowds swarming the gates. Enduring the heavy weight of a hundred staring eyes, she marched toward the ridiculously flashy car.

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