Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 490

Bonnie remained quiet. She desperately didn't want to explain her internal turmoil, because doing so meant exposing every jagged, vulnerable piece of her heart to him.

In the early stages of falling for someone, it was agonizingly hard to present them with your deepest insecurities.

She just wanted to be flawless in his eyes.

She was terrified that if he saw the real, messy anxiety inside her, he would think she was too much work—too difficult to love.

So she stubbornly bit her lip and refused to say a word.

Lawrence was an incredibly patient man. He tried coaxing it out of her with absolute gentleness, but her stubbornness was far more entrenched than he had realized.

No matter what he said, she remained completely mute.

He finally pinched her jaw, forcing her to release her own lip. A neat row of small teeth marks had already dug into her soft, pink mouth.

"How hard were you biting down? Why do you have to be so cruel to yourself, huh?"

She was so busy fighting her own thoughts that she didn't even feel the pain. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like a dramatic, paranoid mess, agonizing over a hypothetical future that hadn't even happened.

But she had zero experience handling these overwhelming emotions. She was tearing herself apart. She wanted to tell him, but feared he'd call her overly sensitive and dramatic. What if he grew disgusted with her? But keeping it buried felt like she was suffocating.

Both options were complete dead ends. Trapped in a mental corner, she let out a broken sob and went right back to chewing on her lip.

He was completely out of his depth. It wasn't like he had any experience either. He had never had to comfort a crying girl in his entire life, let alone navigate emotional fragility like this. All he could do was burn with helpless panic.

Watching her weep and self-mutilate her own lips out of sheer distress stirred up a vicious cocktail of heartbreak and raw, undeniable heat.

It slammed violently against his ribs.

The kiss rapidly escalated into a heated, frantic claiming. Unable to keep up, her lungs began burning for air. She tried turning her head to escape, but he chased her every movement, refusing to let her go.

For the first time, she caught a terrifying glimpse of the relentless dominance lurking right beneath his perfect, gentlemanly exterior.

When it came to this, he was incredibly predatory.

It wasn't until her lips felt hot, bruised, and buzzing with friction that he finally pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. They panted heavily, their breaths mingling in the small space. Every time their eyes locked, he would lean right back in to steal another quick, greedy taste.

He didn't speak. He just kept pressing soft kisses all over her face.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, the tip of her nose, the center of her forehead—each touch dripping with profound, addictive devotion. Her chest tightened painfully. She suddenly realized just how much she loved being worshipped by him like this.

And she couldn't bear to let it go. She couldn't bring herself to shove him away. If she actually let her pathetic insecurities ruin her chance with the very first boy she had ever loved, she knew it would haunt her for the rest of her life.