Begging For A Reconciliation

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Chapter 284 No Relation

Leah paused in motion as a hint of surprise fleeted across her almond eyes. However, she soon

pushed all emotions behind her eyes and put up a callous front.

With the Fords’ residence swarming with the security and domestic team, how did Han get in?

For Han to enter the residence unannounced, would he be okay when Shawn found out about it?

A lot of questions rose in Leah’s mind.

Still, she did not voice her doubts. Instead, she pulled a straight face. “How did you get inside the

place?”

Mr. Carling emerged from the living hall and gave Han a nod.

“You have five minutes, sir. Make it brief.”

Since Mr. Carling distracted the security detail at the entrance and lawn, Han was able to brazenly walk

into the place.

Leah stared at the butler in shock.

“Mr. Carling, why did you…”

While tempted to ask about Mr. Carling’s relationship with Han. Why was the butler helping him? Mr.

Carling took off before Leah could satisfy her curiosity.

Han studied Leah’s delicate face, fighting the urge to bring her into his arms.

He spoke in a husky voice, “Are you willing to go with me?”

Her hands behind her back balled into fists as Leah tried earnestly to keep her tone flat. “I won’t go with

you. I’m living the good life now. I hope you will stop bothering me.”

Han’s face bore no emotions. Standing tall, he simply remained frozen in an upright position.

Despite the ticking clock, Han had no intentions to leave.

Leah’s heart sank. Shawn stepped out to take a phone call, and he should be back soon.

She could not possibly let Shawn see Han.

Leah cried out loud, “I’ll have to get someone to show you the door if you don’t leave right now.”

Han’s eyes were piercing as if he was trying to see through her.

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“Won’t you regret it?”

Han had second thoughts the moment the question left his parted lips.

Why would she feel sorry when she did not want to leave with him in the first place?

Han scoffed sarcastically.

He was mocking himself for acting like an idiot.

Leah had to fight the urge to smoothen Han’s furrowing brows.

She turned away and curtly uttered, “It’s all in your head.”

Leah was long gone by the time Han snapped out of his thoughts.

She was afraid she would blurt everything to Han but more so that she would ditch everything and

leave with him.

Sitting on the sofa, Leah stared vacantly into space.

It took a while before Lucy, who Mr. Carling kept away, returned.

“Ms. White, why do you look upset?”

Lucy looked at Leah with worry. Why did Ms. White look like she had seen a ghost? Lucy had not been

gone for long.

Did something happen during her brief absence?

Getting a grip on herself, Leah brought focus back to her hazy eyes. She forcefully curled her lips and

smiled. “I’m fine. I’m just tired. That’s all. I’m going to get some rest. Please let Mr. Ford know that I’ve

turned down for the day when he returns.”

Outside the Fords’ residence, Ben held the car door open for Han.

Through the rear-view mirror, the assistant had a full view of the distraught man.

Since Ben had never seen Han in such a state, the guy could not help but steal another glance.

With their eyes meeting, Ben swiftly hung his head low.

The man’s callous voice ensued.

“Book me the earliest flight to Fetriybia.”

There was no point in Han staying in Linkville if Leah would not join him.

“Leave business in Linkville to Alfred.”

Hiding his surprise, Ben immediately answered, “Sure.”

Han left before Shawn arrived at the residence.

Shawn tossed his jacket on the sofa. The warm light in the living room hit his face, adding softness to

his coarse facial lines.

Not too far away, Mr. Carling was moved by the sight.

He had been with Shawn through it all. Shawn was cold-blooded and ruthless in his way. Nevertheless,

he started to change the moment Leah came into his life.

Mr. Carling had not decided whether the change was a good thing or bad.

Kneading his temples, Shawn asked, “Has she gone to bed, Mr. Carling?”

“Ms. White could be exhausted in the afternoon because she hit the sack before having her dinner.”

Shawn frowned at the mention that Leah skipped dinner. He got up from the sofa and made his way up

the stairs.

The bedroom door was left ajar. Raising his brow, Shawn pushed the door wide open.

Shawn went by memory to find the switch, casting darkness away to make room for light.

He made a joke, “Why didn’t you have dinner? Were you waiting for me?”

Despite the long wait, the silence was all the answer he got.

With a frown, Shawn advanced to the bed and looked down at Leah.

Flushed in the face, the woman broke out in a sweat and murmured something under her breath.

Shawn put the back of his hand on her forehead to feel her temperature. It was hot.

She was burning up.

Shawn took quick paces to the door and called to the butler. “Get the doctor.”

The family doctor made haste over and checked on Leah’s temperature.

The practitioner looked at the temperature on the thermometer. “37.8 degree Celsius. She has a slight

fever. I’ll administer her a shot.”

“She’s pregnant.”

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Shawn knew that there were certain drugs and shots pregnant women had to avoid.

Since he had decided against doing anything to Leah’s unborn child, Shawn would not let any harm

come to it.

The family doctor put away the syringe. “She can’t have the shot then.”

Shawn proceeded to inquire, “What can we do for her?”

“We can adopt the conservative method of rubbing her down. Give you a good rub-down every half an

hour until her temperature drops to normal.”

The family doctor lifted Leah’s cover and grabbed a damp towel to wipe the woman when Shawn

seized the towel from him.

He was met with a disgruntled gaze.

The practitioner mumbled to himself, wondering if he said something to rub Shawn the wrong way.

As the discerning party, Mr. Carling stepped forward and led the family doctor away.

Leah and Shawn were the only ones left in the room.

Shawn took the towel, only to put his hands down again.

“Come upstairs, Lucy.”

Lucy immediately fell to her knees right after stepping into the room. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ford. I have no idea

why Ms. White has a sudden fever.”

Shawn left Ms. White in her care before leaving home.

“Get up.”

Hesitant, Lucy remained kneeling on the ground without daring to get up.

Shawn threw the towel at Lucy. “Give her a wipe-down once every half an hour until she’s back to

normal temperature.”

He knew Leah would not want him to touch her.

Lucy quickly picked up the towel and started to wipe Leah’s body.

The following morning, the sun projected its rays on Leah’s beautiful face as the latter opened her eyes

in a struggle. She had a splitting headache, and her throat was dry.

“Water…

“Water…”

The rim of a glass filled with water brushed against Leah’s lips.

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