Begging For A Reconciliation

Everything was perfect during her time at the Howard residence, except for Han’s restriction of her mobility to the residence at all times.

Han promised to help her find Charlie, and she trusted him.

That man was perfect in every way—aside from the fact that he didn’t love her.

So four days had passed in that manner.

When Leah went downstairs to get some water one night and noticed that the standing floor lamp in the living room was still on, she subconsciously frowned and lightened her steps.

Leah went downstairs and noticed someone leaning on the sofa, which turned out to be Han.

He was leaning very still against the sofa, and he didn’t even notice when Leah came over.

After some hesitation, Leah approached him, intending to ask him if he had found Charlie.

Unexpectedly, when she walked over, she discovered Han had fallen asleep while leaning on the sofa.

She looked at him with a slight frown. There was a hint of eye bags, and his face appeared exhausted. He slept poorly, as evidenced by the deep furrows that had developed between his brows as he leaned against the sofa.

Leah sighed and hesitated for a moment before deciding it would be best to leave him alone.

She turned around, but as she did so, she caught sight of a stack of papers Han was pressing against the sofa’s corner out of the corner of her eye.

For some reason, when she looked at the stack of documents, her heart leapt.

She pursed her lips and paused only briefly before setting the cup in her hand down. She squatted down and carefully removed the stack of documents from his side.

Leah carefully examined the stack of documents.

However, the more she looked, the solemn her face became.

The information contained in the stack of documents was all about Charlie.

The information included his recent travels, his lodgings, the restaurants he frequented, and the bank from which he withdrew money.

Regardless of the details, the investigation had been thorough.

She took a deep breath as she reached the final

had last been seen at

frowned deeply as she examined the address on the

located on the outskirts of

had never

daze, Leah returned to the room. She couldn’t sleep a wink all night because she kept thinking that Charlie, the murderer, was still

sofa the

frowned slightly as he looked at the blanket draped over

out his hand to pick up the

I feel as

……

was quiet in the

there was only one servant cleaning the living

the stair railing, solemnly

determined to track down Charlie and bring him

but on the last two steps, she cried out and fell

was startled and rushed over to help her, “Ms. White, are

face was pale, her brows furrowed, and

uttered, “I think I’ve sprained my foot. Can you go to my room and

for a moment before saying, “I think I’d better

Leah gave her a sincere look and said, “Are you worried that I’ll try to escape? Don’t worry. If I had wanted

her

she finished speaking, the maid rushed

view, Leah jumped up from the sofa, quietly apologized to the maid, turned

not try to escape, and did not dispatch bodyguards to keep an

out of the Howards’

address of the small inn on the document the night before, and as soon as she got to the

front of the Simple Point inn on the outskirts of the city forty minutes

fare

kind of room are you looking for?” At the front desk sat a middle-aged man with a potbelly. When he saw Leah, he narrowed his eyes on

Charlie Parridge here?” Leah asked softly, suppressing her

man’s eyes grew wary as he heard

Leah’s question, instead asking tentatively,

ran away from home. My mother instructed me to go and look

was still not convinced by her

him looked very elegant, and a very indifferent demeanor. She gave off the impression that she was from a powerful and affluent