Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 41

Han glanced at Leah and he mumbled something. He seemed to be in a daze, and he did not recognize Leah.

Swaying a little, he staggered toward the pond. The short fence around the pond would not be able to stop him from falling into the pond.

A few steps before he reached the fence, Leah pulled him backward. Irritated, she sighed, “How much have you had to drink?”

Han paused and he sat down in the gazebo. He stared at Leah, perplexed. She could not tell what he was thinking. She was restless.

She took a deep breath. She was about to leave when Han grabbed her wrist. He was pulling her so hard she fell onto his lap, but he remained unmoved.

Not wanting to raise any suspicion should any White family member see them, she struggled to stand up. “Please let me go.”

Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Han locked her arms behind her back, “Are you afraid of me?” Leah knew she had to try another way to escape. She tried to remain calm. “Why should I be afraid of you?”

He pressed on. “If you’re not afraid of me, why do you run away every time you see me?”

“I am not running away from you.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not.”

He said her

heart skipped a

an expressionless face. She let out a sigh. “Mr. Howard, you are drunk. I’ll call for your assistant to send you

his head, “First, I

She would answer any question if it could make

carefully. For a moment, she thought he seemed less withdrawn. He began to speak. “Do you

a cold sweat. Does Han recognize me? Why would

to read. Even when he was drunk now, she couldn’t tell what he was

She used to play the violin.

don’t let go of grudges easily,

He hated Leah, but he didn’t feel happy when he found out she was dead. “No, I don’t.

heart sank. “Why do you hate

his feet. He gazed at her. “You have beautiful

about to ask him when he blacked out and he fell toward her. She put him down on the bench in the gazebo

to unlock his cell to call for his assistant, but Han was unconscious. She decided there

there. As she carried him to the White residence, she mumbled to herself, “You’ll be the death of

Han down to rest in the living room, the party was already over. It was 11 p.m. and everyone had retreated to

in the living room. She had thought about leaving him

couch. She wiped his face with a hot towel like

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