Begging For A Reconciliation

Her innocent remark had a faint smile replace some of the icy coldness in Han’s eyes. He reached out

and scooped her up, his voice gentling significantly. “You can only have one daddy, Carlotta. It has

always been and will always be me.”

Confused, Carlotta looked up from his arms and asked innocently, “But why? I like my other daddy very

much too!”

At once, Leah’s heart jolted. Afraid that Han would fly into a rage because of that, she wanted to rush

forward and snatch Carlotta back. Surprisingly, she noticed that he was still as calm as ever.

His expression remained impassive, but he lowered his head and patiently explained things to Carlotta.

As both father and daughter walked away, their shadows elongated under the illumination of the

luxurious lights. The sweet aroma of milk in the air made for a sense of soothing peacefulness.

Out of the blue, it gave Leah an illusion that all was right with the world.

She rarely saw Han being so gentle, yet he seemed to be exceedingly patient with Carlotta.

Could it be that he really took her away from me by force to protect her better?

Spacing out, she stood there motionlessly. When Han saw that she was not following behind them, his

eyes darkened a shade.

“Come along. It’s Carlotta’s bedtime.”

It was not until then that Leah trailed along with mixed emotions etched across her features.

Han took Carlotta to the bed in the princess bedroom he prepared for her, whereupon Leah

immediately tucked the covers around her.

Then, she caressed her daughter’s head. “Be good and sleep, Carlotta.”

“Sleep with me, Mommy!”

Carlotta stared straight at Leah while lying on the bed, her eyes brimmed with anticipation.

Having planned to do exactly that, Leah naturally agreed, “Sure! Let me take a shower first.”

It was Carlotta’s first time spending the night there, so she had brought a change of clothes in fear that

her daughter would have difficulty sleeping in an unfamiliar place.

When she came out after her shower and saw that Han was also in bed with a storybook in hand, she

went over to the bed with a frown. “Thank you for keeping Carlotta company. You can go back to your

room now.”

However, Han merely swept a placid glance over her. “Carlotta wants me to sleep with her.”

Startled, Leah swung her gaze at Carlotta. After ascertaining that it was indeed her daughter’s wish,

she could only whirl around to leave. “In that case, take good care of her.”

Since the man was in bed, it went without saying that she would not sleep there anymore.

No sooner had she a few steps away than Carlotta’s tearful voice drifted into the air. “Do you not like

me anymore, Mommy? You promised to sleep with me…”

Distressed upon hearing her choked voice, Leah hurriedly back to her and cajoled, “That’ll never

happen, Carlotta. But you want Mr. Howard to sleep with you, so it isn’t appropriate for me to do the

same as adults of different sexes should maintain a distance.”

Carlotta stopped sobbing. “But is he not my daddy? I saw on TV that other children’s daddies and

mommies sleep together.”

That promptly rendered Leah speechless.

She averted her gaze in embarrassment, a blush staining her fair face.

The instant Han noticed that, the frustration within him lately dissipated silently. In spite of that, his

voice remained cool. “What are you afraid of? Stop wasting time.”

With both the father and daughter ganging up on her, Leah relented and lay down beside Carlotta.

After pulling the covers over herself, she could seemingly sense the scorching heat radiating off Han.

His cool musk lingered in her nostrils.

Slightly uncomfortable, she surreptitiously inched toward the edge of the bed.

He hates me beyond words anyway. Besides, I don’t want him to accuse me of deliberately seducing

him if I get too close.

At her action, Han’s brows furrowed. He stretched out a long arm, pulling her and Carlotta into his

embrace.

“We’re already in the same bed, so cut it out. I’m not going to make a move on you.”

Following his mocking tone, Leah’s face paled. She kept silent but did not bother resisting anymore.

The warmth emanating from him had her gradually grow drowsy.

That was the first time she slept peacefully in many days without being troubled by a jumble of

thoughts.

At some point in time, the lights in the room went out.

The moonlight outside streamed into the room through the window.

Han silently gazed at Leah’s relaxed sleeping countenance with the illumination of the moonlight, his

heart softening inwardly.

He reached out and stroked her cheek. A spark of desire flickered to life at the soft sensation.

His usually indifferent gaze was all but gone, gentling bit by bit under the bright moonlight.

“Leah…” Why is it that I always can’t stop myself from interfering in your affairs?

The next day, Leah hastened back to the studio at the crack of dawn. Carlotta, on the other hand,

remained at Han’s private mansion.

At the mere thought that she slept soundly in the man’s arm last night, Leah couldn’t help frowning

deeply.

“Sarah, our commissions have skyrocketed! Stop daydreaming and reply to the clients with me, quick!”

Serena’s urgent cry jolted Leah out of her thoughts. She quickly patted her cheeks to sober herself up.

Despite the sudden surge in design commissions on the online store, her anticipated sense of elation

was nowhere to be found.

“Serena, I can’t shake off the feeling that something is off about this. Why would commissions spike

when we didn’t do any promotion?”

Her intuition screamed at her that the matter was seemingly not as simple as it appeared.

Conversely, Serena did not want to pass up on such a golden opportunity. “I thought the same at first.

But look, they’re all asking questions seriously. So, they’re probably not internet ghostwriters, yes?”