Begging For A Reconciliation

I must pluck up the courage and talk to Han about it today.

Leah went downstairs at ten o’clock in the morning and found the living room empty.

Except for one maid who was cleaning the living room. When she saw Leah approaching,

she inquired, “Does Ms. White require breakfast?”

Leah shook her head, and asked, “Where’s Han?”

“Mr. Howard has left for the office,” the maid explained.

Leah nodded, stood up, and said, “I won’t be eating breakfast. I’m going to find Han.”

However, she was stopped in her tracks by the maid.

“Ms. White, Mr. Howard has instructed that you cannot go out,” the maid said, with an

awkward expression on her face.

Leah arched her brows, studied the maid’s face, and realized what was happening.

That Han! He had her placed under house arrest!

“If you can’t let me out, that’s alright.” As Leah nodded, she made her way to the fixed

phone in the living room, and added, “Then I will just call Han.”

As soon as she was done speaking, she reached for her phone, but when she picked it up,

she discovered that the phone line had been cut.

Leah’s face darkened.

Han had placed her under house arrest and cut off all her contact with the outside world.

The criminal investigators had long confiscated her phone. She didn’t have any money on

her and couldn’t leave Howard residence. She was like a beast imprisoned in a villa.

Leah was incensed.

What right did Han have to place her under house arrest?

She would certainly keep her word, since she had consented to his request.

At night, Leah sat in the living room and waited for Han to come back.

……

Han was exhausted today.

When he did anything, that old man Jackson always left himself a way out. He was sick of

fighting Jackson.

He arrived back at the villa, feeling a little irritated for a while as he stared at the vacant

and dark villa in front of him.

It seemed like a long time had passed since there had been any sign of life in the villa.

Han eventually stopped in front of the villa’s door after circling the garden and

promenade.

He cast a broad glance at it, a smidgen of doubt in his eyes.

Why are the lights still on in the villa today?

Could it be…

Han wasn’t sure what to expect.

He pushed open the door and saw a thin figure huddled on the sofa.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Leah involuntarily raised her head and was met

with Han’s deep eyes.

“Han, I have something to tell you,” Leah stood up, afraid he wouldn’t listen, and got right

to the point.

Han frowned as he looked at her. “Speak.”

“You said you’d help me find Charlie. When are you going to keep your promise?” Leah

questioned.

Han’s face darkened when he heard that.

He moved closer to her, looking at her with deep eyes, and asked, “You waited for me until

now, just to tell me this?”

Leah was perplexed by his suddenly gloomy expression.

Han turned around and was about to go upstairs.

How could Leah possibly let him go? She had been waiting for him all day.

She reached out to grab Han’s sleeve and said, “Han, you need to be clear with me. Why

have you placed me under house arrest? If you don’t feel like helping me, I can go on my

own.”

Han frowned and brushed her hand away.

Nobody knew when both of them got on the stairwells, and Leah, who had gone up two

steps, stumbled as he brushed her away, and unexpectedly fell backwards.

Leah’s face instantly turned pale.

Han instinctively wanted to reach out and grab her when he saw that.

However, there wasn’t time for that. Leah fell to the ground, but luckily both her hands

cushioned the back of her head as she did so.

Her coat slid down, exposing her arms and waist.

Han glanced at her and frowned.

He observed her exposed skin, which was covered in bruises and looked as though she

had been pinched all over.

He thought about what happened last night.

The servant claimed that he went to her room last night while appearing to be intoxicated.

Shortly after entering her room, the servant claimed that he came out with a glum

expression.

With that in mind, Han went downstairs and walked towards Leah.

Leah recoiled in horror as she looked at him.

His steps came to a halt, and he looked at her, surprised.

Was she afraid of him?

Han frowned and looked her in the eyes, solemnly.

Finally, he just said, “Wait for me in the living room at seven o’clock tomorrow morning,”

and went upstairs to his room.

Leah stared at his tall back, and a smile spread across her face.

So, Han just promised?

She got up from the ground, smiling from ear to ear, and walked gingerly upstairs after he

left.

Her entire body hurt from the fall, and her bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

However, she felt it was worth it.

Han had at least made a promise to her, didn’t he?

“Wait a second, Ms. White,” came the maid’s footsteps from behind.

She approached Leah, handed her a box of medicine, and whispered, “This is a medicine

for injuries, and it is very effective.”

Leah looked at her in surprise and quickly thanked her.

The maid waved her hands repeatedly, wanting to say that it wasn’t her who gave it to

Leah, but she stopped when she remembered Han’s words.