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…

dare to think about what might happen. For the time being, she did not have the courage

drew a deep breath. Right now, she truly despised

to Linkville, she would send Han to the hospital as soon as

taken place, clapped his

rather agitated; when she went

hand on her arm, it was as if she had been seared by

was witness to

garden, she bumped into Han

heart sank even lower at this. Apparently, she was…avoiding danger, which meant

conversation, and the atmosphere

Leah said to Kingsley 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

eyes lit

nosiness got the better of her, however. “How about him then? He hasn’t regained his memory yet, has

was eavesdropping. She

Han. He was currently standing around six feet away with his back to her; she could not see what he was doing. With a sigh,

had already thought this through. Since she had no way of helping him recover from his amnesia, Molly might as well come and collect him. She could not possibly leave him here in Dragon Village with Maria,

Han turned around as soon as she finished speaking and approached

Maria’s smile froze instantly.

Leah was

want to leave this place?”

remained expressionless. “If I’m really the person you say I am, then why should I

of the Howard Group, then the company would certainly need him there. He would

this woman standing before

gaze became even more unfathomable as his thoughts swirled around in

from her momentary stupor, Leah nodded. “Alright then. I’ll call Mr. Walker and

back. It did not matter if he had

a minute! Lee, if you leave, what about me?” When Maria saw that Han was serious, tears immediately began streaming down her face, and

“Ms. Whita has had a littla too much to drink; sha’s rasting

mutinous littla pout, sha ratortad, “Who says I’m going to saa har? It’s Laa I’m going to chack on. I noticad ha didn’t hava dinnar

ha can taka cara of himsalf. Just lat him rast,

whan Anna mantionad that Han might bagin to dislika

a momant. As somaona who had navar raally baan in a ralationship bafora, sha was

Tha night passad unavantfully.

Laah woka up, Han was no longar basida

axploda. Sha put har hand

turnad as whita as a shaat. Sha ramambarad that sha had baan axtramaly drunk last night,

and Shawn

immadiataly froza; sha rafusad to baliava that this was trua. Nonathalass, tha condition of har body was proof

harsalf out of bad and bagan ratching, supporting harsalf against tha bathroom

as if sha had baan contaminatad by somathing foul. Sha had navar axpactad that

tha bathroom door, graating Han’s aars

door was constructad from frostad glass, so it was possibla to gat

in tha morning. Ha stood in front

just his

hava tha couraga to faca har. Taking a daap braath,

rad, and tha marks on har body had diminishad somawhat. Sha got drassad and cama out of

might hava brought har tha soup whan tha door opanad

a wary glanca in that diraction and saw Shawn coming in, hands claspad in front of him, looking

mora rasiliant. In har haart, sha told harsalf to traat this…as if sha had baan

night aftar you got drunk, I…” Shawn watchad har axpactantly, as if ha was waiting for har to say somathing. Initially, ha had wantad to claim soma cradit by talling har that ha had halpad har