Begging For A Reconciliation

Donald flashed her a sincere smile, his eyes brimming with gratefulness. “It’s no surprise that you don’t

remember me. Two years ago, you merely walked by and saved me in passing. It was winter then. My

family went bankrupt, and I ended up on the streets abroad. I was close to starving and freezing to

death when you walked past. Finding me pitiful, you bought me a bowl of steaming hot pasta and gave

me your scarf. Then, you contacted the hospital for me. The police later gave me your purse. It was

thanks to you that I managed to survive.”

After saying that, he took out a small leather purse from his pocket.

Leah stared at the purse in his hands, profound shock drowning out the sorrow and bitterness within

her. “It was you?”

Indeed, she had visited Melville during winter two years ago. She felt sympathetic toward the many

beggars by the roadside at night, so she helped them. Little did she expect Donald to be one of them.

Subsequently, something seemingly occurred to her. She regarded him with a frown. “But how did you

recognize me?”

At that, unbidden pride showed on Donald’s face. “Later, after I brought the Harper family to success

once more, the first thing I did was to have a painter draw a portrait of you based on what I

remembered. Alas, I never found you again. It wasn’t until I came back to the country for business this

time that I happened across a news report of you on the internet. I felt that you looked somewhat

similar to the person who saved me back then, so I decided to help your newly opened studio out.”

When he reached this point of the conversation, he grew anxious again. His gaze darted all around,

and he did not dare look Leah in the eye. “Actually, I’d planned on fulfilling the commission. But then,

someone told me you had questionable character and are an ingrate. I hate such people the most, so I

started to make things difficult for you. Never had I expected you to be the person who saved me. I’m

really sorry.”

He spoke at length, but Leah merely stood frozen to the spot for a long time after listening to him.

Silence reigned. The only sounds that remained were the splatter of raindrops on the umbrella.

A long time passed before Leah heaved a sigh. “I’ll be leaving first.”

There was too much information from Donald, and she needed time to digest everything.

That aside, she had to give herself some breathing room after so many things had happened in the

past few days.

Upon hearing that, Donald thoughtfully opened his car door for her at once. “Please allow me to drive

you back, Ms. White.”

Initially, Leah wanted to turn him down. Although he claimed that she once saved him, she could not

believe him entirely because of his actions earlier that night.

But at the thought that Serena had already been forcibly taken away by his subordinate, she could only

get into his car.

If he really has ulterior motives, he’ll definitely send us both to the same place.

To keep someone important to her from being hurt again because of her, she was not at all afraid, even

if she knew that she was headed to hell.

When Han and his subordinate returned to the hotel lobby, he happened to see Leah voluntarily getting

into Donald’s car. Such shock flooded him that his pupils abruptly constricted.

Ben also witnessed that and was likewise shocked beyond words. “Boss… Ms. White…”

Ms. White is actually being with Donald of her own volition?

All of a sudden, he felt the temperature around him drop sharply. The intense and chilly sense of

violence made his hair stand on end. He fell silent and dared not utter a word further.

Han’s icy and petrifying gaze was fixated in the direction where Donald’s car drove off. His hands

balled into fists by his sides, bright red blood dripping onto the ground.

Sure enough, Leah, all this wasn’t a misunderstanding. In that case, why did you act as though you had

suffered a great grievance just now? What right do you have to feel wronged when you gave yourself to

such a man?

Meanwhile, Leah also seemingly felt an inexplicable sense of bone-deep chill in Donald’s car. She

snapped her head back, but all that greeted her was the sight of the lapsing rainy night.

Beside her, Donald sensed her uneasiness and asked worriedly, “Ms. White? Are you okay? Are you

not feeling well after drinking too much? I’ll drive you to the hospital right away—”

Unused to his concern, Leah cut him off with a frown of aversion. “It’s okay.”

Judging from the incident that night, Donald was usually a heinous person. However, he exhibited such

a huge contrast after learning that she once helped him.

That really perturbed her greatly.

Perceiving her detestation of him, Donald nodded dejectedly and did not say anything else.

Shortly after, the car arrived at Dream Designs. Putting on a smile once more, he swiftly opened the car

door for her with an umbrella in hand. “We’re here, Ms. White.”

He tilted the umbrella to her side, causing himself to be drenched by the rain.

Leah threw him a complex look and left after thanking him. “Thank you.”

She had not expected him to truly send her back. For a moment, she could not tell what exactly his

motive was.

She did not believe she was so lucky that a beggar she saved on the streets two years ago would have

someone like Donald treat her differently.

Well, he must have been sent by Anna…