Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 50

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She had just turned around when she felt a hand clasp her shoulder.

The gown she wore was sleeveless, and she involuntarily shuddered when she felt the

slight coolness of Shawn’s palm on her shoulder.

The hand was like a boa constrictor clinging onto her. She reacted that way out of sheer

disgust instead of coldness.

Someone once told her she should stay away from people she disliked at first sight.

“What’s your problem?” Leah frowned imperceptibly and pushed Shawn’s hand away.

“I apologize if I have offended you,” Shawn pulled his hand back and said apologetically,

though his gaze changed slightly behind his glasses.

As he looked at the palpable disgust on Leah’s face, he took a few steps forward and

reached out to pinch her long black hair.

Instinctively, Leah wanted to step away from him. However, the words that came out of

his mouth made her freeze in her tracks!

“Yesterday, around midnight… you came out of Han Howard’s house, right?”

Leah’s eyes opened wide. She glared wordlessly at Shawn as her lips turned pale.

He saw it!

Shawn smiled gently as though he were only talking about something trivial like the

weather. “If Han knew about it, or if the Lamere family caught wind about this, do you

think your family can help you?”

Leah trembled slightly while Shawn twirled her long hair around his fingers like a

venomous snake. He was dangerously close, and his penetrating gaze stung her.

“What… do you want?” she said hoarsely.

Shawn smiled and let go of her hair. A hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. “Don’t worry. I

know you know I’m interested in you, but I won’t resort to such means to get you to fall for

me.”

Leah’s face turned paler when she heard that.

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She did not think Shawn would let her go just like that. That man was more dangerous

than she first imagined.

“Why are you looking at me with those eyes? Don’t you trust me?” Shawn said as he

adjusted his glasses. “To show you I’m not lying, here’s a word of advice: You should think

twice about attending the party later tonight.”

Leah could see that Shawn was not joking around. She frowned and asked, “What do you

mean?”

“Because… I hope you can stay alive for longer,” Shawn said with a smile. “You are a

precious pet. I wouldn’t want you to die just like that.”

A chill coursed down Leah’s spine.

This person in front of me might look like a gentleman, but he’s actually insane!

“Don’t tell me you want to do something at the party! The Lamere family won’t forgive

you.”

“Heh, I’m not an idiot.” Shawn reached out to caress the kiss mark on Leah’s neck, and his

gaze turned dangerous. “Next time, don’t sully yourself like this. I’ll get mad at you.”

After saying that, Shawn left. Leah trembled with anger as she watched him walk away.

Instinctively, she wanted to tell Han about it.

However… would he believe him?

“What are you thinking?” A stern voice rang next to Leah’s ears.

Leah stiffened. She turned her head to see Han glaring at her coldly.

Han was here with Molly to pick a gown. At the moment, Molly was in the dressing room of

another boutique trying out the dress that caught her fancy.

Han was waiting for Molly outside. When he lifted his head and glanced beyond the

display window, he inadvertently saw Leah being forced into a corner by Shawn.

He frowned hard. Before he realized it, he was already walking toward Leah.

Too bad for him, Shawn had left before he reached there.

Leah turned away and said, “Nothing.” The tips of her ears were burning.

The scenes from last night forced their way into her mind. She dared not face Han.

“Do you know Shawn Ford?” Han asked her as though he were interrogating her.

Even he did not know why he was so angry. His current mood made him sound very

hostile.

Leah was taken aback. “No, I don’t know him,” she said.

“Best to keep it that way,” Han said sternly while looking her in the eye.

He paused for a while before continuing, “There’s more to Shawn than meets the eye.

He’s a dangerous person. You should stay away from him.”

Leah was surprised. Why is he telling me all this? I don’t think our relationship is at that

level yet, right?

Immediately after saying that, Han turned around and left.

Leah opened her mouth as she watched him walk away, but she did not call out to him.

She guessed that Shawn would not do anything to her at the party. Han was already wary

of him, and Jackson would also be there.

…

That night, Eden Court was bustling with activity.

By eight o’clock, the foyer was brightly lit, and people in suits and gowns were milling

about.

At other times, Eden Court would not see a crowd like this. The people of Saint Ville were

gathered here tonight because they knew Jackson and Han were hosting a party, and they

wanted to curry favor with them.

When Ian brought Leah to the venue, Jackson had not arrived yet.

He brought Leah to the lounge and said, “Wait over here for a while. I’ll talk to Mr. Lamere

for a bit, and we can leave.”

“Okay,” Leah said and nodded.

After Ian left, Leah sat down on the sofa and noticed someone’s gaze was transfixed on

her.

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Surprised, she turned around to see Shawn’s face.

Shawn was looking straight at her. When he saw her looking at him, he raised the wine

glass in his hand toward her.

Leah felt goosebumps rising on her back.

She did her best to look away, but she saw Shawn pick up another glass of red wine and

walk toward her.

He sat down next to her and handed the wine glass with his slender hand.

“Fancy meeting you here, Ms. White. Will you be so kind as to have a drink with me?”

Shawn said with a smile. He was staring straight at her as though he was confident she

would not decline.

Leah carefully shifted away from him. “Sorry, I don’t drink.”

Shawn leaned forward. “This is fruit liqueur. Are you going to be so heartless to reject

me?”

He was so close to Leah that she could feel his warm breath on her face.

Shawn circled his arms around her, and her expression immediately sank.

She bit her lip in an act of defiance. Taking a deep breath, she reached out to take the

glass of liqueur.

Shawn smiled imperceptibly.

Suddenly, someone caught her hand. Before she could realize what happened, her world

spun around, and she was plucked out of Shawn’s embrace.

Han was glaring at Shawn with a chilling gaze.

“Don’t you understand English?” Han said coldly. “Didn’t you hear her say she doesn’t

drink?”

Shawn’s smile froze on his face.

A long while later, he slowly lifted the wine glass to his lips and drained its contents. He

slowly stood up and said, “This isn’t any of your business, Han Howard.”

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