"Careful, what's the rush?" Lawrence felt a sharp twinge of jealousy, but he didn't want to show it in front of an outsider and put Bonnie in an awkward position.
He steadied her by the waist and pressed a natural, lingering kiss to her forehead. Bonnie leaned into his embrace, her eyes curved in a sweet, affectionate smile.
It was a stark contrast to the cold, distant demeanor she had shown just moments before.
Preston, her senior, obviously noticed the difference. He could only pretend nothing had happened and offered Lawrence a stiff nod in greeting.
It wasn't the first time he had seen Bonnie's boyfriend. From one man to another, he had to admit that Lawrence was exceptional in every way—from his striking looks and athletic build to his commanding presence, background, and sheer capability.
But no one on this campus would easily admit defeat.
Preston felt he had the upper hand; he had known Bonnie longer and they shared the same major, giving him an innate advantage.
At the architecture department's freshman welcome party, serving as a Teaching Assistant, he had fallen for the beautiful, aloof girl at first sight.
He had made both obvious and subtle advances, none of which Bonnie accepted. He understood—girls like her were notoriously hard to get.
He had planned to take it slow, but then Lawrence came out of nowhere.
And with overwhelming momentum, he had won her over.
Who could just accept that?
They were only dating. Preston didn't believe he was completely out of the running yet.
Bonnie suppressed a shiver, barely able to tolerate his sudden cheesiness. He was definitely putting on a show for Preston's benefit. But that was fine—maybe it would stop her senior from bothering her in the future.
When he only brought up academic matters, it was too hard for her to flat-out reject him.
Preston's smile completely vanished, his expression stiff. "I didn't realize you two had known each other for so long. Well, the snow is coming down hard. You should get going, and I need to head back to the dorm. Oh, and happy birthday, Bonnie."
"Thanks," she replied politely.
Lawrence's expression remained impassive as he and Bonnie walked away side by side. The snow fell heavily, the cold wind whipping around them, but they stayed close together. They exchanged soft smiles, wrapped in a world entirely their own.
What onlookers didn't know was that the moment they stepped out of the plaza and away from prying eyes, Lawrence's tone turned dripping with sarcasm. "Happy birthday, Bonnie."

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