Begging For A Reconciliation

be in touch with her for any work-related matters.

Like Serena, Ross could hardly believe his ears either. Always the soft-spoken gentleman, he was

agitated enough to snap angrily, "Ms. White! What do you think you're doing? Shawn Ford is Mr.

Hendrik's nemesis! How can you betray him like that and go tumbling into that man's arms?"

The word "betray" was like a stone weighing down Leah's heart. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she

began to feel a little light-headed. She did not say anything else, merely hung up the phone.

She had just seated herself on the couch to catch her breath and rest a while before an unexpected,

unwelcome guest strode right up to her, grabbed hold of her collar, and yanked her up.

"Sarah White, if you know what's good for you, you'll stay with Shawn like a good little girl. Stop toying

with his affections!"

Jackson had hauled Leah up in an extremely uncomfortable position; as she glanced up, she caught

sight of the surveillance camera on the ceiling and suddenly had an idea.

She deliberately coughed with exaggerated discomfort and intentionally raised her voice. "Why won't

you let me be together with him? Shawn hasn't objected to this, what right do you have to interfere?"

Jackson's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What the hell are you saying, b*tch? You're asking for a

beating, aren't you? I think that if I don't teach you a lesson right now, you won't know your place…"

With that, he abruptly let go of Leah's collar and let her drop to the floor like a broken ragdoll. Aiming at

her head, he kicked her so hard she saw stars.

Leah did not cry or scream. Instead, her mouth twisted in an enigmatic, mysterious little smile.

This enraged Jackson even more. Before he could kick her again, he was abruptly prevented from

doing so by Lucy, who had come running out.

"Mr. Lamere! Ms. White is part of our household! If you keep this up, Mr. Shawn will never forgive you!"

Her shrieks were ear-piercingly loud; when she saw Leah lying so still on the floor, she almost wept

with distress.

Jackson realized that he probably should not go overboard since he was in the Ford residence, after

all. After delivering a few more threats and warnings to Leah, he stalked out and left.

Lucy helped Leah back to the room. "Ms. White, you just lie down here and rest for a while. I'm going to

call Mr. Shawn so he can get the family doctor over here right away!"

The minute Lucy left the room and Leah was alone once more, she scrambled up from the bed and

looked at herself in the mirror. The bruised bump on her head did not look very serious at all. Without

hesitation, she slammed her head against the wall, targeting the bruised spot. Not content with this,

she also bruised her arms and legs using the same method.

When she climbed back into bed, she felt so weak that she passed out. She was aware that she had

very little agency in this place, and she could not do very much. However, she also was aware that

Shawn was madly in love with her, and she could utilize this to her advantage. If she could sour the

relationship between Shawn and Jackson enough that they parted ways, that would be ideal. She was

quite sure that when spirited, arrogant Shawn saw that someone had hurt her, his very own plaything,

he would at least be somewhat angry.

Leah awoke to the sound of enraged bellowing.

"You're a bunch of useless idiots! What's the use of hiring you when you can't even protect one

woman? Get out of here! I'll deal with you later!"

It was Shawn; he appeared to be disciplining his subordinates. After shouting at them, he swept

several porcelain vases off the table, which shattered on the floor with a clear, ringing sound.

Lucy came into the room with some medical supplies. When she saw that Leah had woken up, she

called out to Shawn, "Mr. Shawn! Ms. White is awake now!"

Shawn left the bodyguards and ran to the room. Standing by the bed, he looked at her frail, weak form,

and his heart ached with distress. Reaching out to brush his fingers lightly over her bruised forehead,

he murmured, "Sarah, are you in a lot of pain still?"

Leah was taken aback by the drastic difference in his attitude toward her. He seemed to have let down

the walls around his heart completely now that he finally had some hope of gaining her love.

He was very much like herself, in the end. Suddenly, she did not have the heart to deceive him any

further. However, she had to stick to her guns and carry on for the greater good. Hoarsely, she

murmured, "It hurts…"

She was not lying; her self-inflicted wounds were so painful they verged on numb.

Shawn blinked and pulled his hand away. He glanced over at his assistant, who was standing outside

the bedroom door. His expression was glacial, and his voice dripped with hostility as he ordered, "Get

that idiot Jackson Lamere over here right now!" After that, he turned back to Leah. "Don't worry. I'll deal

with him. Once I have him here, you can torture him or do whatever you want."

Leah just stared at Shawn, overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling. From the looks of things, using

self-inflicted injuries to gain the man's confidence was extraordinarily effective. Just like that, she had

managed to sever his connection with Jackson. "It's alright. I'll let you deal with him…"