Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 67

Lawrence didn’t say anything.

Bonnie looked at him, completely lost. “I’m doing fine now. I don’t blame you for anything. What’s done is done. If you want to give me money, I’ll take it. If you want to apologize, I accept. Isn’t that enough?”

Lawrence’s hand tightened on the back of the chair, knuckles pale from how hard he clutched it. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and strained. “It’s not enough.”

He just couldn’t let it go.

Bonnie’s lips twitched as she realized what he meant. “You really are something,” she scoffed. It wasn’t just about the money. Lawrence wanted to keep interfering, to hang onto a part of her life that didn’t belong to him anymore. Not just her past, but her future too—who she dated, who she married.

She grabbed her bag and stood up, wanting out of there fast. His selfishness felt ridiculous, almost laughable, but under it was this sense of exhaustion that made her chest heavy. She didn’t care what he was thinking. She just wanted to be done with him for good.

“Do whatever you want,” she said, keeping her voice flat.

Maybe if she just stopped trying to date, stopped making waves, he’d get bored and move on. Maybe he’d forget about her altogether and she could finally have some peace.

Bonnie kept her jaw set as she walked out. Lawrence moved to follow her without even thinking. He was running a fever—his face was flushed, his skin burning. He almost stumbled as he got to his feet.

“I’ll take you home,” he offered, his voice low.

Bonnie ignored him and kept moving, her expression locked in a hard line. Lawrence trailed after her anyway, silent and stubborn. A waiter stopped him as he reached the door, asking for payment. By the time Lawrence was done scrambling for his wallet and looked up, Bonnie had vanished.

His white shirt was splashed with tea, his whole look messy and tired.

The fever felt like it might knock him over. He felt unsteady, his tall frame swaying where he stood. He hadn’t managed to catch up to Bonnie. He’d lost her again.

He tried to follow, pushing himself forward, but his vision swam and went black for a second. A waiter grabbed him before he could hit the floor and helped him into a chair.

“Sir, are you alright?” the waiter asked, peering at his pale face. Getting closer, the waiter felt the heat radiating off him, then called over the manager.

Bonnie stared out the window. Her voice came out soft. “Just turn on the meter. I’ll tell you in a minute.”

The driver shot her a puzzled look, glanced behind him, but shrugged and hit the meter anyway.

About half an hour passed before a BMW pulled up out front.

Hannah hopped out, rushed inside, and came back out a few minutes later with Lawrence. He looked exhausted, his head bowed, one hand shoved deep in his pocket as Hannah reached up to check his forehead.

Bonnie turned away, not wanting to see any more. The driver reached between the seats, offering her a tissue. “So, where to now, miss?”

She realized the meter had been turned off at some point. Bonnie took the tissue and gave a quiet thanks.

“Fairview Estates,” she said. “Let’s go.”