Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 90

Lawrence couldn’t even tell how much it hurt anymore. He was past the point of feeling anything. Bonnie ignoring him had almost become expected.

But the way she looked at him just now, so distant and calm, made it hard to breathe. It was like she was looking at a stranger.

Honestly, he probably didn’t even matter to her as much as one of those pigeons in the square.

This was all wrong. Bonnie shouldn’t be smiling at other men. She shouldn’t be sitting next to someone else on their old bench, talking and leaning in close, sharing secrets. That bench was supposed to be theirs.

It just shouldn’t be like this.

Lawrence let out a heavy breath and followed her. Pigeons scattered at his feet, taking off in a burst of flapping wings, the sound echoing across the square.

Bonnie felt another ringing in her ears. Without thinking, she lifted a hand to cover them. She knew Lawrence was behind her.

He was always behind her, always turning up, always chasing her.

Bonnie walked faster, steering away from home, terrified someone in the neighborhood would spot them. Nearly everyone living in the faculty apartments was a teacher or a parent, and she could practically hear the rumors brewing already.

She circled the park and moved onto another street, raising her hand to flag a taxi.

Her way was completely blocked.

Lawrence was standing right there, trying to take the stuff she was carrying. Bonnie didn’t even glance at him. She just switched everything to her other hand and kept going.

She had made up her mind. Not a single word to him. If she refused to speak, then it didn’t count as a real argument. At most, people would just think Lawrence was having one of his episodes again.

Lawrence knew this side of her too well. When Bonnie wanted nothing to do with him, she wouldn’t give him so much as a look or a sigh. It used to drive him crazy. Now it just made him feel empty.

She used to act like this when she was mad. Now, it was just that he annoyed her.

Lawrence rubbed his forehead and caught up to her, talking to her back. “Can we just talk for a minute?”

Bonnie didn’t even blink.

“It’s tough to get a cab here. I can drive you home.”

Lawrence was out of options. He sounded defeated now, calling after her. “Candie, I’m begging you...”

She didn’t answer.

So he watched her walk away, slender, straight-backed, her black hair falling down naturally. She had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ears. When she did, her pale ear showed, delicate and perfect.

That sight stung, sharp and raw. Lawrence couldn’t take it anymore. He took a deep breath, caught up to her, and stepped right in front of her, blocking her path.

Bonnie tried to brush past coldly, but Lawrence reached out and grabbed her shoulders.

“Candie.”

He struggled for words, but there was no way around it. “Why… why didn’t you tell me about your ear? Why are you shutting me out? Please, just talk to me, say anything, please.”

His voice shook as he looked for any sign of emotion in her eyes, searching, hoping. But she gave him nothing.