Chapter 89
\nThree Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 89<\/p>\n
No wonder Shirley was so furious, so mad that she had slapped Bonnie.<\/p>\n
Lawrence thought to himself, if he and Bonnie ever had a daughter who gave up her pride and dignity for a man, he would probably feel the same anger, frustrated that she wouldn\u2019t stand up for herself.<\/p>\n
He lit another cigarette and only put it out when it burned his fingertips.<\/p>\n
He sat and watched the couple on the bench. The guy looked familiar, enough that when he came running over, Lawrence felt sure he\u2019d seen him somewhere before, but just couldn\u2019t remember where.<\/p>\n
Bonnie was never short on admirers. No one understood that better than Lawrence. Sometimes she\u2019d just be in an elective class and some guy would be asking for her WeChat. Seniors, freshmen, guys from campus, guys from other schools… Lawrence had been jealous so many times he\u2019d lost count.<\/p>\n
But he\u2019d never actually worried about them.<\/p>\n
Bonnie never gave those guys the time of day. She was always cool with everyone, barely even smiled at them.<\/p>\n
She only ever smiled at him, tipping her head with that sly little grin, teasing him about getting jealous again, saying he was ridiculous.<\/p>\n
But now, in this empty little park corner, Lawrence couldn’t shake off this heavy feeling of unease. The weather wasn\u2019t even cold and the midday sun was shining, but he still felt a chill. He felt so alone.<\/p>\n
He watched the man run his fingers through Bonnie\u2019s hair, watched him lean in, focused on her as he handed her a tissue and whispered something that made Bonnie squint her eyes in laughter.<\/p>\n
Lawrence saw Bonnie heft a bag onto her lap and take things out one by one, showing them to the guy, the two of them leaning their heads together, talking and laughing so easily.<\/p>\n
The jealousy inside Lawrence was almost painful, hot and raw, bubbling up and burning him with feelings he hated to admit\u2014envy, possessiveness, all mixed together.<\/p>\n
He realized he just couldn\u2019t let Bonnie go. He couldn\u2019t hand her over to someone else.<\/p>\n
Even if… even if he was the one who had messed up.<\/p>\n
He hadn\u2019t done it on purpose.<\/p>\n
…<\/p>\n
She stayed there, watching until Aiken\u2019s car drove out of sight. The park, edging into the afternoon, became quiet again.<\/p>\n
A flock of pigeons fluttered down onto the plaza. Bonnie turned and followed their path with her eyes. There were gray, white, and mottled pigeons, strutting and pecking.<\/p>\n
They wandered right next to a pair of black leather shoes.<\/p>\n
Bonnie\u2019s gaze slowly moved upward\u2014from tailored black slacks, up to a crisp white shirt.<\/p>\n
The shirt looked sharp, but bunched out slightly at the waist, soft creases spilling out over his slacks.<\/p>\n
He was standing there in the sunlight, face partly shadowed, tall and broad. She couldn\u2019t tell how long he\u2019d been watching her.<\/p>\n
A cool autumn breeze seemed to sweep through Bonnie\u2019s chest, leaving her a bit cold, but also clearing away the clutter like fallen leaves, leaving everything simple and clean.<\/p>\n
She acted as if she hadn\u2019t seen him at all, calmly picked up her things, and walked away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-757","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/757","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=757"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}