I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 280

Chapter 280

Leanna stayed alert during her way back to the studio and she could feel someone following her. Fortunately, it was daytime, so the stalker did not have the guts to take other actions aside from following her.

Never once had she ever let her guard down since the studio and Louis' incidents happened.

Once she returned to the studio, she informed Louis, Zoe, as well as the two employees of the situation. She advised them to be extra careful and that it was best to not hang out alone.

Hearing that, Zoe could not help the string of rebukes escaping from her mouth. "It must be Georgina! What a sly fox! I am utterly disgusted. How could she think of setting us up when she's already in a bind? Geez!"

"No matter who it is, he's not a good one. Better watch out," warned Leanna before she looked back at Louis, who was frowning with a solemn expression. "Louis, something on your mind?"

He recollected his thoughts. "Nothing. Inform me when you're going out. I'll tag along."

She chuckled. "It's fine. It's not that serious. Just be careful. College is starting soon, so be careful. Don't you let the same thing happen again."

He parted his lips as he intended to say something, but kept quiet in the end. When the night dawned, Leanna was going to lock the studio's door when Zoe nudged her shoulder. "Leave the rest to me. Your darling is here."

Leanna, who was rendered speechless, turned back to see the familiar Rolls-Royce at the entrance of the studio.

She coughed. "Let him be."

"Don't be such a stranger. Go on. You can make him wait, but I don't have the guts to do that."

In the end, Leanna was yanked and pushed by Zoe out of the studio. Left with no choice, Leanna opened the car door while Aidan was talking over the phone. He gave her a sideway look, signaling her to give him a moment.

Since she was not in a hurry, she gladly fished out her phone to play some games to kill time. After over ten minutes, he finally ended the call and questioned, "What would you like for dinner?"


"Anything works. I'm not a picky eater like you."

He raised his brow before hitting the road. It took them thirty minutes to arrive at a private restaurant.

The waiter ushered them to a VIP lounge on the second floor. Noise could be heard coming from the lounge next to them, which prompted Leanna to stop as she cast a glance in that direction.

Following that, a pale-faced woman scurried out of the lounge. Before she could even find a trash bin, she began vomiting while crouching by the corner as a group of men teased and laughed in the lounge.

Someone said, "Are you really a drinker? If not, better scram and stop wasting our time."

"What are you talking about? It'll be a waste to have a pretty girl doing just the drinks," another person mocked.

The revolting teasing and laughter continued.

Once the woman threw up everything in her stomach, she supported herself by the door frame. Even if she was aware of how those people in the lounge took lightly of her—and some even had lecherous ideas on her—she could only stomach it. "Guys, I've drunk everything. Are you going to do as you promise—"

"What's the rush? Come here. Have some more."

While Leanna was focusing on the situation, someone pulled her into a lounge and she could hear Aidan's voice. "It's not a fun show. Just a few good-for-nothing acting up against the weaklings. They are actually the prey in others' eyes too."

She looked at him. "That's—"

"They work for the Crossley Group." He lowered his head to look at his wrist watch. "If you're not hungry yet, why not head elsewhere?"

"It's fine here."

Something seemed to be on Leanna's mind during dinner after which Aidan asked, "Is it not to your taste?"

"Nope. It's delicious."

"Then… Do you not wanna have dinner with me?" His countenance appeared gloomy.

She retorted, "Why can't you have your dinner in silence, President Pearson?"

If I didn't want to have dinner with you, I would've gone home in the first place. Why would I even be here with you? I'm a busy woman.

As an afterthought, she set down the cutleries in her hands. "Excuse me to the ladies'."

"Leave your things here," he ordered.

She was dumbfounded by his crazy assumptions. "I'm not running away!" She did not have the intention to take her bag to the restroom anyway; she just needed the tissues in it.

The moment she bypassed the abutting lounge, her footsteps paced down for a second. Judging from the continuous laughter in it, it seemed like the party was not over yet.

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