Chapter 740
Chapter 740:
Her calls rang out, but there was only silence in response. No matter how many times she tried, the line remained dead.
Outside, the storm raged, the wind sharp and unforgiving. The rain slanted sideways, drenching her, and despite the warmth of summer, an icy chill crept through her bones.
As her gaze swept through the downpour, something caught her eye—a fluttering on the display board. Recognition hit her like a bolt, and she sprang into motion.
Neal’s poster had been torn free by the wind.
She remembered it well, hanging proudly earlier that day, before she entered the venue. The image of him, unyielding and full of pride, had been unmistakable. His eyes had held defiance, his smile one of resolve—a symbol of youth’s unshakable confidence.
But now it lay on the ground, forgotten like crumpled paper, crushed beneath feet as the heavy raindrops poured over it. Some of the crowd, eager to leave, didn’t even notice, trampling it without a second glance.
Without hesitation, Bonita scooped up the poster, gently brushing off the water. She wiped it carefully with the hem of her already-soaked shirt, then rolled it up with a tenderness that contrasted the storm around her.
Drenched through, the rain streamed down her hair and cheeks, droplets trailing toward her mouth. The water felt warm, almost as if it carried the taste of salt.
Her vision blurred more with each passing second. Frustrated, she lifted her arm and wiped her face with the sleeve of her jacket. Still, the rain came in torrents, relentless, drowning her efforts.
That was when a sudden umbrella appeared, its comforting presence shielding her from the downpour. The sound of raindrops pelting the fabric drowned out the…
The fierce storm offered a brief reprieve. It was only now, with the rain blocked out, that she realized the warmth on her cheeks wasn’t just from the rain—it was tears.
Turning her head, she clung to a glimmer of hope. But when she saw who it was, her heart sank, and the spark in her eyes dimmed instantly.
There he stood, Beckett, holding the umbrella with a stoic expression. He looked at her with quiet assessment, his voice breaking the silence.
𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 ⲅ𝓪𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈⧸𝓬𝓸𝓶
“You’re disappointed to see me.”
Bonita kept her gaze low, her silence deepening as she carefully rolled up the poster.
“What’s the point of holding on to that?” Beckett’s voice sliced through the air, dripping with sarcasm. “Neal is the son of a kidnapper.”
Without warning, Bonita snapped her head up, her eyes blazing with anger. “Don’t you dare say that!”
“Did I say something wrong?” Beckett shot back, his voice laced with derision. “Isn’t it true? That guy nearly kidnapped you last time, and now we find out he’s Neal’s father. Ugh… they say like father, like son. Wonder what kind of person Neal has turned out to be.”
“Enough!” Bonita shouted, pushing Beckett away with force. “Just shut up!”
Beckett staggered back a few steps from her shove, but within seconds, he was back at her side, raising the umbrella to shield her once again. Bonita shoved his arm aside, but Beckett’s grip on the umbrella remained unyielding, keeping it firmly above her.
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