Begging For A Reconciliation

Maria rolled her eyes at this. With a mutinous little pout, she retorted, “Who says I’m going to see her? It’s Lee I’m going to check on. I noticed he didn’t have dinner tonight and was worried that he might not be feeling well.”

“Lee?” Anne blinked, startled. Recovering her composure, she replied tartly, “Lee doesn’t need you to worry about him. He’s already an adult; he can take care of himself. Just let him rest, otherwise, he might very well get annoyed and take a dislike to you for meddling in his affairs.”

Maria immediately became slightly panicky when Anne mentioned that Han might begin to dislike her.

She pressed her lips together tightly for a moment. As someone who had never really been in a relationship before, she was gullible enough to be easily frightened into submission by Anne’s words.

The night passed uneventfully.

The next day when Leah woke up, Han was no longer beside her.

She had a terrible hangover. Her head was hurting so much she felt it would explode. She put her hand on her forehead, then abruptly realized that she was not wearing any clothes at all!

She flung the covers aside and discovered that there were numerous marks on her body, both large and small. Her face instantly turned as white as a sheet. She remembered that she had been extremely drunk last night, and it was Shawn who had helped her back to her room…

Did that mean that she and Shawn had slept with each other?!

Her brain immediately froze; she refused to believe that this was true. Nonetheless, the condition of her body was proof enough that this was no dream!

Leah could not suppress the cold chill that ran through her entire body. Finally, she dragged herself out of bed and began retching, supporting herself against the bathroom door frame. When she looked up, she saw the marks on her body reflected in the mirror and a wave of nausea swept over her again.

She immediately stripped and got into the shower, scrubbing at her body with all her might as if she had been contaminated by something foul. She had never expected that she would end up sleeping with Shawn!

The sound of water splashing and flesh being scrubbed hard filtered through the bathroom door, greeting Han’s ears when he opened the door of Leah’s room.

The bathroom door was constructed from frosted glass, so it was possible to get a vague glimpse of what anyone inside was doing.

Han was carrying a bowl of hangover soup that he had prepared early in the morning. He stood in front of the bathroom door, staring dumbly at Leah’s silhouette as she scrubbed furiously at her body. His spirits slowly sank.

Was she so disgusted by him that just his touch made her feel so defiled?

He suddenly did not have the courage to face her. Taking a deep breath, he set the soup down on the dresser and left the room immediately.

Leah spent more than two hours scrubbing herself until her skin was raw and red, and the marks on her body had diminished somewhat. She got dressed and came out of the bathroom, only to see a bowl of soup on the dresser.

Leah furrowed her brow slightly, trying to puzzle out who might have brought her the soup when the door opened again.

She shot a wary glance in that direction and saw Shawn coming in, hands clasped in front of him, looking hesitant.

The moment Leah saw him, she felt nauseous again. She was now an adult, however, and she was considerably more resilient. In her heart, she told herself to treat this…as if she had been bitten by a stray dog and no more.

“Sarah, last night after you got drunk, I…” Shawn watched her expectantly, as if he was waiting for her to say something. Initially, he had wanted to claim some credit by telling her that he had helped her to her room, but that Han had intercepted him halfway.

However, before he could finish, Leah’s face turned pale, and she closed her eyes tightly, not wishing to look at him.

She interrupted him brusquely. “Just treat whatever occurred last night as if it never happened, alright?”

Shawn stared uncomprehendingly at her. What did she mean, asking him to treat last night as if it never happened?

Nonetheless, at the moment, his brain could not process anything too complicated. Since she had already made her wishes clear, he pouted slightly but replied, “Okay.” After that, he changed the subject and asked, hesitantly, “Sarah, when are we going back?”

Now that an incident like this had happened, the first person Leah thought about was Han.

If he found out…

what might happen. For the time being, she did

now, she truly

to the hospital as soon as possible. The earlier this problem was settled,

had taken place, clapped his hands together in glee. “Oh, yay! We’re finally going

when she went downstairs, she almost tripped and

as if she had been seared by a hot iron. She immediately pulled her hand back as if she

witness to

her way into the garden, she

she was…avoiding danger, which meant she was avoiding

not initiate any conversation, and the atmosphere suddenly became quite awkward and

and Anne, “We’ve trespassed on your hospitality for a few days already, so we’ll leave today. This is the money I agreed to pay you.” She brought out a prepaid credit card that had

eyes lit

the better of her, however. “How about him then? He hasn’t regained his memory yet, has he?” She asked, gesturing in

eavesdropping. She was

with his back to her; she could not see what he was doing. With a sigh, she replied, “I’ll ask his family to come and take him

helping him recover from his amnesia, Molly might as well come and collect him. She could

finished speaking and approached her. Expressionlessly, he said, “I’ll

Maria’s smile froze instantly.

was

didn’t want to leave this

expressionless. “If I’m really the person you say

the Howard Group, then the company would certainly need him there. He would just be delaying matters if

this woman

became even more unfathomable as his thoughts

call Mr. Walker and

matter if he had not yet recovered his memory, as long as he

that Han was serious, tears immediately began streaming down her

of Maria, pravanting har from going upstairs. “Ms. Whita has had a littla too much to drink; sha’s rasting at

“Who says I’m going to saa har? It’s Laa I’m going to chack on.

an adult; ha can taka cara of himsalf. Just lat him rast, otharwisa, ha might vary wall

slightly panicky whan Anna mantionad that Han might bagin to dislika

momant. As somaona who had navar raally baan in a ralationship bafora, sha was gullibla anough to ba aasily

Tha night passad unavantfully.

day whan Laah woka up, Han was no longar basida

Sha put har hand on har forahaad, than abruptly raalizad

thara wara numarous marks on har body, both larga and small. Har faca instantly turnad as whita as a shaat. Sha ramambarad that sha had baan axtramaly drunk last night, and

maan that sha and Shawn had

to baliava that this was trua. Nonathalass, tha condition

harsalf against tha bathroom door frama. Whan sha lookad up, sha saw tha marks on har body raflactad in

if sha had baan contaminatad by somathing foul. Sha had navar axpactad that sha would and up slaaping

and flash baing scrubbad hard filtarad through tha bathroom door, graating Han’s aars whan ha opanad tha

was constructad from frostad glass, so it was possibla to gat a vagua glimpsa of what anyona insida

was carrying a bowl of hangovar soup that ha had praparad aarly in tha morning. Ha stood in front of tha bathroom door, staring

sha so disgustad by him that just his

braath, ha sat tha soup down

raw and rad, and tha marks on har body had

slightly, trying to puzzla out who might hava brought har tha soup

shot a wary glanca in that diraction and saw Shawn

an adult, howavar, and sha was considarably mora rasiliant. In

for har to say somathing. Initially, ha had wantad