Bonnie stormed into the kitchen, ready to demand answers. Lawrence smirked, anticipating her outburst. "My presents are in the master bedroom," he said smoothly.
The words caught in her throat. Realizing she had wrongly accused him, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and rubbed her cheek against his back.
Lawrence scoffed softly. "If I hadn't said anything, a certain someone would be screaming at me right now."
"Not true. I never yell," she retorted. She slipped around to the front, stood on her tiptoes, and planted a quick kiss on his chin. Before he could react and kiss her back, she ducked and bolted away.
She hurried to the master bedroom and froze the moment she walked in.
The king-sized bed was covered in gift boxes of all shapes and sizes.
She pointed her finger and counted them out. Exactly nineteen boxes.
A thought suddenly struck her. Was he trying to make up for all the birthdays he had missed?
She walked over, sat on the edge of the mattress, and picked up the first box within reach. Sure enough, there was a handwritten note attached.
*Happy first birthday, Bonnie.*
His handwriting was bold and elegant, with a touch of free-spirited flair. Her eyes curved into a smile as she traced the letters with her fingertips.
She must have casually mentioned it to him before—how much she envied Helen and Ned's childhood bond, how they had spent almost every birthday and major holiday together since they were kids.
If only she had met Lawrence sooner.
He had kept that in mind and found his own way to make up for every birthday he had missed.
Bonnie felt a lump form in her throat. It didn't matter what the gifts actually were; the thought and effort behind them made her heart swell.
She unwrapped the one for her first birthday. Inside was a tiny gold pendant in the shape of her zodiac sign—a cute, smiling little mouse hugging a gold ingot.


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