Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 505

Lawrence chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "I would never. But Candie, you've been staying up late every night claiming you were doing homework. Were you actually working a side hustle to buy me a gift?" Bonnie didn't deny it. Dating Lawrence hadn't cost her much since he always insisted on paying, so she had saved up her allowance, scholarships, and the money from her recent freelance gigs online. Using it to buy him something meaningful felt right. Lawrence let out a heavy sigh, his tone laced with protective worry. "Don't burn yourself out for me. I don't need presents. Your major is demanding enough, you're helping your professors, and now you're working extra hours? I don't want you exhausting yourself. Besides, you're leaving for Verdania soon. Do you even have enough spending money? Let me—" "I made plenty from my freelance work," she interrupted, her eyes curving into a bright smile. "I have money." Lawrence knew she was fiercely independent, which was why he never pushed too hard when it came to her finances. Still, it only cemented his resolve to get to Verdania as quickly as possible to spoil her. He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her lips. "So you made some money. Did you buy anything for your parents?" Hearing him phrase it like that made her feel a bit shy, but she nodded. "I did. I got a nice pen for my mom and some shoes for my dad. I also bought gifts for your parents. A silk scarf for Odette, and a tea set for Carl. You'll have to give them to them for me." Lawrence's voice dropped, turning devastatingly tender. "My girl is so thoughtful. But why didn't you get anything for yourself? Let me buy you something, okay?" Even though she found it a little cheesy, she secretly loved how he doted on her. She nodded, her face warm. Lawrence smiled, pulling her flush against his chest. His heart physically ached with how much he loved her. Remembering the food on the stove, Bonnie gently pushed out of his embrace. Feigning nonchalance, she turned the burner back on and ordered him out to open his gift. Lawrence walked back to the dining room and carefully untied the ribbon on the box. Inside rested a sleek, elegant mechanical watch. No wonder she had been spending so much time lingering in his walk-in closet lately—she had been studying the styles he wore. He took off his current luxury watch, tossed it carelessly onto the table, and strapped the new one onto his wrist. It was a perfect fit. Eager as a kid, he walked back to the kitchen to show it off. Bonnie looked immensely pleased with her choice, offering a proud nod of approval. Lawrence grabbed her and planted a hard kiss on her lips. "I'm wearing this for the rest of my life. It's the only watch I'll ever need." "Oh, whatever!" Bonnie laughed, not believing his dramatics for a second. Without another word, Lawrence rolled up his sleeves and helped her finish cooking. They were used to working side-by-side in the kitchen, often hosting friends, so whipping up a feast was effortless. Soon, the table was covered in delicious dishes. Bonnie lit the candles and set out fresh flowers, transforming the space. Through the flickering candlelight, her soft, radiant smile was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Lawrence closed his eyes and made a silent wish: that for every birthday for the rest of his life, she would be sitting right across from him. After dinner, they took their usual evening stroll and went through their nightly routines, but the air felt heavy with a crackling, unspoken tension. Lawrence caught Bonnie glancing at him with a strange, nervous energy, her cheeks perpetually flushed. It wasn't until he stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped low on his hips, that he understood why. Looking like she might combust, Bonnie crawled across the bed, slipped her hand under the edge of his towel, and tucked a small, square foil packet against his skin. She looked up at him, her wide, clear eyes incredibly bright. Lawrence reached down, his fingers brushing the condom. His breath hitched. His Candie had finally decided she was ready. She was giving herself to him on his birthday.