Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 437 Bingo

There was no heater in the lounge. Only cold, dry air. Leah didn't like the drop in temperature. She sucked her teeth, trying to come up with an answer.

"It's the only thing I could think of. You want me to stay back because I'm dead weight."

Han found Leah's nasal voice and confusion irritating. He stood up. "Are you truly ignorant or are you playing dumb? Do you want to sleep with him that badly now?"

Han's implication peeved Leah greatly. She barked back, "Not everyone is like you, Han."

Leah couldn't believe that the reason was this simple. Han didn't want Shawn to touch her. But she was ready to take one for the team.

Han remained indifferent to Leah's bashful expression. "Like me? What do you mean?"

Han then cornered Leah. His dominant presence was paralyzing. Leah tried her hardest to sound casual. "You know very well what I'm implying."

"I don't. Explain," muttered Han as he wrapped his muscular arm around Leah's waist.

Leah could see the burning desire in his eyes. Quickly, she tried to push Han away. "Forget I said anything. Let go!"

She knew very well that no one could stop Han if he wanted to do it in the lounge. Fleeing was what she would be doing now. Except that she was caged by his strong arms.

Like a hunter who was toying with his prey, Han gave a mischievous grin. "If you won't say it, I'll say it."

Han then swooped in and kissed Leah. It wasn't an aggressive kiss. It was gentle. And Leah didn't resist the sudden kiss either, as she normally would. She reciprocated the kiss, despite feeling conflicted. Why did he kiss her? Out of hatred? Out of love?

Han only released her after a long while. He pulled the out-of-breath Leah closer to his embrace. It wasn't until now that he noticed how cold she was.

"So weak."

Han complained. But he removed his coat and put it on Leah. The coat still retained Han's cologne and body warmth. Leah felt... protected.

The duo picked up where they left off.

"You should let me stay with Shawn. He says that if I marry him, he'll tell me everything."

"You want me to watch you as you marry him? And our daughter has to call him father now?" Han's response was devoid of warmth.

Leah gritted her teeth and insisted, "Yes, once I marry him..."

"I will not allow that!" hollered Han. He tightened his grip on Leah's waist. "If you really want to sleep with him so badly, I'll make you mine right here, right now."

Leah did not know how to respond. She could only avert Han's passionate gaze timidly. It felt like they weren't talking about the same thing. Leah wanted to stay with Shawn so that she could get more info out of him. But Han was only concerned with the physical aspect of it.

Leah finally found the courage to meet Han's eyes. "I don't think it's as simple as it seems. There must be other laboratories too. I need to stay with him. If my decision today leads to millions of deaths, I will never be able to forgive myself."

Knowing how cautious Shawn could be, Leah knew she had to dig further. The grip on her waist was hurting her now, but she didn't make a sound.

"In that case, we will have to remain professional."

Han let go of Leah abruptly and stormed off. Leah was at a loss as to why Han was so mad. Was it because he still loved her? But she quickly ruled out that option. Han, who was a prideful winner, lost everything because of her. Love wasn't the right word to describe the sentiment he had toward her. If anything, it should be resentment.

It was still early in the day. Leah didn't head back to Ford mansion right away. Instead, she went to Dream Designs.

...

Han's patience had all run out when he saw Anna intercept his car again before his mansion. His face was colder than the current winter, thanks to Leah's decision to stay with Shawn. He did not hesitate to point his gun at Anna.

"Boss!" Ben immediately jumped in. "Don't do anything reckless now. The press has their eyes on you now that your other identity was exposed. If this gets out..."