Chapter 202
Chapter 202:
“I think it might have been Beckett,” Bonita murmured. “He visited me recently, found out about my feelings for Neal, and lost his temper. He even went through p>
“My phone and read my messages with Neal… I believe he might have targeted Neal out of spite. No one else comes to mind p>
It seemed just like something Beckett would do, given his nature. Fernanda wished she could tell Neal that Bonita had already suspected what might have caused his serious beating.
“Do you have any solid evidence, or is this merely speculation?” Fernanda pressed further.
Shaking her head, Bonita replied, “There’s no proof, yet I’m convinced it was him. Fernanda, I’m truly scared. I don’t know what to do. Even if it was Beckett, I can’t do anything about it… I feel really helpless. I’m sorry for what happened to Neal p>
As she spoke, tears started streaming down her face, a testament to her overwhelming guilt.
Bonita was overwhelmed by the sight of Neal so vulnerable in the hospital.
Her disdain for herself and whoever inflicted such harm grew. If Beckett was indeed the culprit, she could never forgive his cruelty.
“Please don’t cry.” Fernanda consoled her gently, rubbing her back. “It might not have been Beckett. You shouldn’t blame yourself so harshly; it only adds to your suffering p>
“I feel like I can’t even look Neal in the eye,” Bonita said, trembling. “How did things get so complicated? Is it wrong to care for someone p>
Her feelings for Neal were sincere. Yet, why should Neal have to suffer because of her?
“How did you first meet Neal, and what made you fall for him?” Fernanda inquired, unable to suppress her curiosity.
She recalled Levi mentioning that Neal had been unaware of Bonita before her sudden confession of love, which had left him confused. Encouraged by Fernanda’s interest, Bonita saw no reason to withhold her story and began to share her suppressed feelings.
“That summer, I found myself with little to occupy my time; my friends were engrossed in their games. I decided to join in, but they quickly judged my skills inadequate and stopped including me. They suggested a live-streaming platform instead, where I could observe and learn from more adept players p>
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One memorable afternoon, Bonita discovered Neal’s live-stream. His broadcast featured a close-up of his slender hands in a small window. Bonita had always had…
An appreciation for beautiful hands. Neal’s hands captivated her completely, drawing her gaze effortlessly.
During his streams, Neal was a completely different person. Outside of them, he was shy with newcomers, yet online, he was outgoing, constantly engaging with his viewers.
His voice was clear and youthful, filled with a refreshing vibrancy. His jokes, though sometimes edged with bold language, never failed to entertain his audience, drawing waves of laughter.
Caught up in the fun, Bonita found herself laughing along, thoroughly enjoying the experience.
It was only when Neal announced his hunger and concluded the stream that Bonita looked up and realized it was already evening.