Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 232

“I don't want to!” Leah slapped off his hand. Her face was instantly filled with rase.

She could not leave.

Han spelled it out, “If you are reluctant to come with me. he might die even faster than he is dying now.”

His gaze was focused on the man lying in bed. He had no sympathy in his eyes at all. It was as if he was looking at a dead person.

Leah stood in front of the bed nervously, “What are you trying to do?”

Han raised his brows and replied with a question. He was snickering, “What do you think I will do next?”

Leah felt her heart sink. Han was even more unpredictable now. and he was even more ruthless than ever. She would not dare to bet on her chances using Ron's life.

She took a deep breath and decided not to be stubborn for now, “Alright, I’ll go with you.”

Leah sent a message to Serena to ask her for a favor. She implored Serena to take care of Ron in her stead before leaving with Han.

At Linkville which was located in the suburbs, Han stopped his car outside the villa. He jogged to the passenger side and opened the door for Leah.

“Watch your steps.”

Leah ignored him.

She scanned her surroundings and a downcast look appeared on her face.

Han took her hand and led her into the villa.

He asked carefolly, “Look at this. Do you like what you see?”

Ever since recovering his memory, he had been working on this villa for a long time. He had built and designed everything around here according to Leah's preference.

She used to be the one who had to tolerate him all the time, but now he wanted to be the one who could satisfy and fulfill her needs.

Leah looked around her and saw that daisies were planted in the garden, and the outer wall of the villa was painted a light blue color, which was her favorite color. The whole place was designed in a chic old-school style.

This villa was indeed her dream house. However, it did not have the same meaning anymore.

She retrieved her gaze and said, ‘‘People always change.”

Han felt a jab deep down. He could not stop the melancholic sorrow from rising in his heart.

“It seems that I didn’t do a good job.”

“I am tired.”

Leah ignored him as she went upstairs by herself.

After getting back to her room, she locked the door and collapsed on the bed. She let her thoughts wander as she stared at the ceiling.

Soon, sleep descended on her. Her eyelids slowly shut and she lost herself to the dream world.

The door to her room was opened from outside without her knowledge. Han removed his jacket without making a sound and settled down next to Leah who was soundly asleep. He then held her in his embrace tight.

He said in his low voice. "You’re only more manageable when you're sleeping.”

Leah must be exhausted. She only woke up at noon the next day.

There was a faint fragrance lingering in the air the moment she woke up. She could not help but frown.

Could it be that he was here just a while ago?

Leah removed her blanket and got up. After making sure that her door was still locked, she let out a sigh of relief.

She went into the kitchen but saw no sign of Han.

When she was about to find something to eat from the refrigerator, she saw a memo stuck to the door.

“The porridge is on the table.” read the memo.

The handwriting was immaculate and sharp. It was Han's handwriting at first glance.

She let out a chuckle before crumbling that paper and tossing it into the dustbin. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

When she turned her gaze onto the table, she saw a thermos flask.

She stared at it and soon, she was transported back in time in her memories.

When she first married Han, all she cared about was him. and only him. She knew that he was a picky eater, so she had specially gone to cooking courses so that she could learn to cook better.

This thermos flash was the one she had used a long time ago to pack Iris lunch.

It was really unfortunate that he never even tried her cooking back then. Most of the time, the food would just go to waste as he would dump it into the dustbin.

Leah's daydreaming was interrupted by a sharp ringing tone. She snapped orrt of reminiscence and accepted the call.

“I reckon that you will be awake now. Did you eat that porridge yet?”

“I am not hungry.” Leah caressed her belly while feeling famished, but she did not want to show any weakness in front of Han.

She would rather cook herself if she was hungry. She would never eat something that Han had cooked for her.

“Is that so?”

“If you don’t have anything else to say, I'm hanging up.”

Before Han could respond, Leah cut the call.

She called Serena after that since she did not have time to talk to her after getting threatened by Han to leave.

“Cindy, you finally call, for God’s sake.”

Serena had a lot of time to kill in the ward.

“I am sony, something urgent came up yesterday.” Leah rubbed her brows as she contemplated the situation. Serena needed to be taken care of sometimes, yet she was tasked with taking care of somebody else at this moment.

"How is he doing?”

Serena glanced at Ron who was on the bed. He was still unconscious.

"He still looks the same as the last time you saw him.”

Leah reminded Serena as she was still worried, "I have to trouble you for these coming few days to look after him.”

"Remember to go to the malls with me when you are free. I haven’t really gone to do any shopping yet ever since coming to Linkville.”

Leah laughed and promised her. "Of course, that’s a no-brainer.”

After a few more words of banter. Leah hung up.

She did not want to eat something that Han had prepared, yet there was nothing in the refrigerator that she could use to cook something. She scrolled her phone helplessly and was about to order some dishes. However, to her disappointment, she was far from the city center, so delivery would not reach her.

“No way.” Leah sighed profusely before returning her gaze to that porridge on the table.

She finally opened that flash and poured the porridge into a bowl.

In front of the president's office, Molly was standing in Ben’s way, and her eyes were bloodshot. She was glaring hard at him.

"Ben, don’t you know who am I?”

When Molly first learned of that news, she would not believe what she saw. Her father was all- encompassing in Linkville. How could his power be stripped away just because of some news? It was only when Mrs. Lamere called her, the news of her house getting ransacked and the disappearance of Jackson gave her a wake-up call. She finally realized that the Lamere family was going downhill.

Molly would want to seek comfort from someone she felt was reliable, just like everyone else.

She immediately thought of Han.

However, ever since that incident happened in the Lamere household, Han had never come back home even once. She could only come to see him at his company, but she was now stopped by Ben.

Holly growled and pushed Ben, "Let me in!”

Ben could not do anything to Molly, so he could only stand in front of the door without budging. "Mrs. Lamere. Mr. Howard does not like to see a commotion happening in front of his office.”

The door of Iris office flung open suddenly.

"Han..Molly stopped making a foss.

Han's face was deathly cold as he warned, "Jackson has reaped what he sowed. If you don’t want things to get even uglier, go back now.”

his words were like a blade that grated her heart. Molly felt suffocated all of a sudden as she asked incredulously, “What do you mean by that?”

Han looked at his assistant and ordered, “Send her home."

Then, he went straight into an elevator.

When Molly tried to catch up to him, the doors had already closed.

“Han, what the hell do you mean?”

She hit the doors of the elevator and shouted, “Explain youself!"

Ben only opened his mouth after some time, "Mrs. Lamere. let me send you home.”

Molly snapped around and growled, “Get lost.”