Begging For A Reconciliation

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Chapter 363 The Man of Her Dream

After the preliminaries, the semi-finals began.

Leah still surprised everyone by having tied for first place with Susan.

After this round, everyone started to take her seriously.

"I'm a senior employee of HJ Corporation. I am well aware of Ms. Victor's abilities. Her designs saved

our company countless times. So… What the f*ck? Sarah has tied with her two times in a row!"

"Wow… Sarah is actually amazing... I am looking forward to the finals the day after tomorrow!"

"Ms. Victor… What about having finals today? I can't wait!"

But the HJ Corporation still commenced the competition as planned. The finals would start at ten

o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow.

Everyone could not get enough of the competition; they even started to vote for the outcomes of the

competition.

"Ms. Victor must be the winner!"

"It won't be Sarah... Who does she think she is?"

"If Sarah wins, I'll eat sh*t while doing a handstand!"

After showering, Leah read through the comments again, but she still felt nothing.

She was working hard for both her and Carlotta's futures. She wanted to pay off the seventy million

dollars debt to Han as soon as possible.

Perhaps I will be free by then.

Or, I might be tortured badly by Han before I can even pay off the debt to him.

She fell asleep thinking about all sorts of things. She was under a great deal of pressure, and the

weather in Qustraebar was cold. She caught a cold.

She could not wake up the next morning; she was trapped in her deepest nightmare.

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She dreamed of all the painful memories of the past, including those years of being abused by Han.

She dreamed of all their entanglements, and she dreamed of Alfred, who sacrificed him for her.

The dream became bloody; and she was frightened and woke up crying. But she was too weak, and

she fell asleep again.

Her endless loop of nightmares caused her to sleep until the afternoon.

There were many missed calls on her phone, most from Lucy, Serena, and Shawn.

Han phoned her once every hour.

She was totally weak; but she still called him back. She wanted to know the latest news about Carlotta.

"Finally, you're willing to pick up the phone?" Han sneered at the other end of the phone.

She coughed lightly, and her weak hand could not hold her phone. It slipped and dropped to the

ground. She tried to speak, but no word came out.

She was stunned for a while, only to realize that she had a severe cold.

"Leah, talk to me." Han was getting impatient.

He felt restless after hearing the phone drop to the ground.

She's an adult now; can't she hold her phone properly?

She could not fight back the drowsiness and weakness of her cold; she lost consciousness trying to

pick up her phone.

"Leah?" His heart sank when he did not hear her reply.

He saw that the call was still going, but she was totally silent.

An inexplicable panic spread in his heart, and he put on a full-face mask and went to her hotel room.

He arrived at Qustraebar the night that Leah was being shot, but he never showed up.

He was afraid that if he exposed himself as Han, Owen, and his daughter, they would soon come to

him.

And it might harm Leah in an unexpected way.

He frowned after entering her room; the temperature of the room was icy cold.

She was in thin clothing, and she lay on the bed without any movement as if she were a corpse.

Han could not hold his expression at that moment, even though he was always good at hiding his

feelings.

"L-Leah…" He trotted toward her and held her hand.

Her scorching body temperature made him restless, and he muttered, "O-Oh, you've caught a cold..."

He put her on the bed and tucked her into the quilt. He looked quietly at her, who seemed unwell.

He wanted to leave her alone to take revenge on her for being heartless.

But he could not move.

In the end, he gave in and asked his assistant to send him cold medicine.

In her dream, Leah wanted to escape all the bloody nightmares, but the more she fought back, the

more she was trapped inside.

She shed tears as she was afraid, but she felt that a warm hand wiped her tears away in her dream.

"Don't be afraid; I'm here." The man's voice was low and steady, and it calmed her down.

And she felt that someone fed her something bitter; she felt someone's soft lips pressing on hers, and

water was flowing into her mouth.

Her dry throat was finally relieved, and she felt so much better.

She fell asleep once again, but this time she was not uncomfortable like before.

When Leah woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day.

"The final!" She jumped up from the bed with a flustered expression.

I think I caught a cold. I didn't even know what time it was now.

She found her phone on the bedside table. She was confused.

Huh? I thought that my phone dropped to the ground before I went unconscious.

But she did not have the time to think about it; she checked the time and found out it was only eight

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o'clock in the morning. She breathed a sigh of relief.

She hurriedly got up and got dressed; all her cold symptoms were gone, and she felt extremely

refreshed.

Before going out, she saw a box of cold medicine on the table; she froze.

So it's real that someone actually took care of me when I was sleeping... Who was it?

"Sarah, it's time to get up; the competition is about to start. I brought you breakfast." Shawn talked

outside her door.

She unknowingly felt disappointed upon hearing his voice.

She thought that she heard Han's voice during her sleep; she thought that Han was the one taking care

of her.

Forget it; I must have been blurry when I was sick. Han is not in this country; it's impossible that he's

here to take care of me.

After eating the breakfast brought by Shawn, she said gratefully, "Thank you."

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be able to participate in the competition today.

Seeing her being friendlier than usual, Shawn asked hopefully, "Sarah, you'll be back to Pasteria after

the competition, right? Let's get back together, shall we?"

She wanted to reject him, but she gave in in the end.

"Alright."

She knew that he had secretly looked after her for a very long time; maybe it was time for her to

address this issue.

The competition today was very important to her.

Shawn did not know what caused her to change her mind, but he was happy for it.

He sent Leah to the venue of the HJ design competition; it was crowded with media.

Their arrival caused a ruckus.

"Mr. Ford, it's Mr. Ford from Pasteria! So, Sarah is indeed his wife!"

"It was rumored that they were lovey-dovey; I didn't expect to see him and Sarah here today!"

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