Begging For A Reconciliation

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Leah thought Han’s explanation was rather unnecessary because they were no longer in a relationship

that required one.

“Suit yourself!” said Leah before she returned to her room.

The commotion in the mud had alerted many villagers. They would not leave Han alone, even when

Leah wanted to ignore him.

Especially someone like Gracia Perez. Her eyes sparkled when she saw Han.

Gracia was a hardworking person from a working-class family who had eyes like a hawk on any

opportunity to climb the social ladder.

Han was the perfect embodiment of everything Gracia had dreamed of.

So, Garcia made up her mind the moment she set her eyes on Han: making Han her man.

Even though she did not know anything about Han’s background.

“Everyone, it’s late. Let’s go and rest,” said Alyssa.

Gracia bit her lips and looked at Han. “How about him? Where is he going to rest tonight?”

Alyssa kept her eyes on Han too, not because of his handsome outlook, but hoping Han would pull

some strings for her.

Chief Welton was put on the spot. “Erm, we don’t have extra space for him.”

“How about this? If this gentleman does not mind, he can share a room with my son,” Alyssa quickly

offered.

Everyone looked at Han.

Han nodded after weighing his chance to get closer to Leah if he stayed at Alyssa’s home.

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“That’s it! Everyone had been working hard tonight. Sleep tight!” said Sunny.

Everyone cheered after hearing it before they went home.

Meanwhile, Leah did not sleep well. She was having nightmares, some about Han, others about Ian.

Her shirt was drenched in her cold sweats when she finally woke up.

Leah sat on her bed, still disoriented from her nightmares.

Then, she heard Serena mumble. “Are you awake? You were asleep talking in your dream.”

Leah pursed her lips and looked at her phone. It was only nine in the morning.

Leah hardly had five hours of sleep.

However, she could not fall back to sleep anymore. So, she sighed and got her clothes for a bath.

Then, Leah bumped into Han when she stepped out of her room. His wet shirt had dried up without a

wrinkle.

Leah finally stopped being disoriented and shot a wary glare at Han.

She was shocked at what she saw.

Han’s cheeks were blushed, and his eyes were out of focus. His forehead was drenched in sweat, but

his lips cracked from dehydration.

Seemed like Han caught a cold from the rain last night. Who knew how long he had had a fever?

However, Leah retracted her glare almost immediately and went to the bathroom.

Han felt a splitting headache when he woke up. He touched his forehead and realized he had a fever.

Then, Han remembered the days he was newly married to Leah. She always worried excessively when

Han had slight discomfort from a minor fever.

Perhaps she might do the same this time?

So, Han waited in front of Leah’s bedroom door.

He finally waited until Leah opened the door. However, Leah seemed indifferent to his condition and

walked past him.

Han was embarrassed and annoyed. He tried to create a chance to reconcile, but Leah did not care at

all.

When Leah was about to close the bathroom door, a hand blocked it.

Leah frowned and looked up. She found herself gazing into Han’s eyes.

Even though Han tried to act cool, he was apparently weak from fever.

Yet, Leah looked at him without a change of expression.

Han was starting to get irritated. “Why did you ignore me?”

His voice croaked.

Leah was amused. “Why should I care about you?” she retorted.

“You lied to me.” Han looked at Leah with an unwavering stare.

“What had I lied to you?”

“You did not die. You faked your own death to get away from me and to torture me with guilt. Leah

Murray, since when you became so calculating?” said Han.

Once again, Leah found Han’s accusation amusing.

Calculating? She might have died in Han’s hands if she was anything less.

“Like I said. We went our separate ways with no strings attached. Also, you have no say in my

business. Leah Murray is dead, so the marriage is annulled. I am Sarah White, who has no relation

with you,” said Leah coldly.

“No.” Han tried to deny it, but he could not find his words.

Leah’s words were cold and cruel, which made Han’s relentless pursuit seem laughable.

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Han held onto the door frame tightly.

Han felt devastated looking at Leah’s cold expression for the first time.

“Anything else?” Leah asked.

Han’s eyes bored into Leah. “No string attached? Impossible! You lied to me. You are not getting away

as long as I am still alive.” Han said each word clearly.

Leah’s heart skipped a beat.

She knew Han too well. She knew how relentless Han could be.

Leah opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but then she heard Sunny’s voice from chatting

with others.

“Get out. I want to take a bath,” Leah lowered her voice.

Han raised his brows. “Afraid to be seen?”

“I said I want to take a bath.”

Han looked at Leah closely. She looked like a stranger at that moment, yet she was still the woman he

once married.

“What are you so afraid of? I’ve seen every inch of you!” Probably he was too ill to remain civilized.

“You are mad!” Leah looked at Han in disbelief.

Han thought so too.

Han finally removed his hands from the door frame when he heard footsteps approaching, worried that

he might further anger Leah.

Bam!

Leah shut the door behind her, along with Han’s eager gaze.

Holding her clothes, Leah felt her knees weaken when she recalled Han’s words.

The situation seemed to be getting worse.

She wanted to cut all ties with Han, but he was getting harder to understand.

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