Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 53

Leah squirmed.

This was the first time Han showed her any care.

She nodded with a less-than-natural expression. “I’m alright.”

There was a short pause before she looked up and glanced his way. “What about you?”

“Hm.” Han nodded. There was a hostile glint in his eyes. “What is your opinion on what happened this time?”

“Huh?” Leah didn’t understand what he meant and was rendered speechless. She could only answer in a stumped manner. “I… I don’t know.”

Han suddenly thought the dull woman before him seemed more… pleasant to the eye.

At least her innocence did not seem to be fake.

“It’s obvious this was someone’s deliberate attempt at harming me,” Han said placidly.

“I don’t know.” Leah froze and shook her head. “I don’t understand why you’re telling me this.”

Leah was not sure why he was telling her about it. Was he trying to test her?

This man had always been a profound thinker. She could not guess what was on his mind.

“Heh.” Han chuckled and shook his head. “You’re truly a fool.”

Leah did not know what to say.

He paid her no mind and continued. “Someone wants me dead and you were the one who messed up their schemes. Do you think the involved party has their eyes on you now?”

He’s right.

But therein lay the problem. The one who wanted him dead could be Shawn Ford.

And that man already had dirt on her!

Leah bit her lip in fear of the questions that Han would ask. If she were to expose Shawn, Han would… be privy to what had occurred that night.

She could not do that.

Leah’s hands that were hidden underneath the sheets clenched up.

Han stared fixedly at her and sighed tersely at her stupefied expression.

“Forget it. You are not to leave my side for the time being,” Han said. “I will guarantee your safety.”

Leah was taken aback.

“What do you mean? You want me to stay with you?” She frowned. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What? You don’t want to?” Han narrowed his eyes.

“No…” Leah reflexively denied it.

She had developed the skill of reading his facial expressions after having been married to him for three years. She could tell whenever his mood took a turn for the worst with a single glance.

“I don’t think it’s very convenient. After all, you have a fiance. If she misunderstands us…”

“You care that much for Molly Lamere?” Han interrupted her.

Leah felt annoyed. He has no idea who I care about the most.

She puffed out her cheeks, her every word tinged with irritation and yet her voice remained soft because she dared not raise her voice at him.

“No! Forget it. You should stay away from me.”

Han narrowed his eyes when he witnessed how much she “disliked” him.

He suddenly got up, approached Leah, sat down beside the bed, and leaned over slightly to stare fixedly at her.

Leah was startled by the act and did not dare to act rashly.

“Sarah White, are you rejecting my offer?” He sounded sullen. “Didn’t you mess with me first?”

Leah’s eyes widened. A flash of shock passed through her round, dark, almond eyes.

What did I do to mess with you?

She clearly wanted to stay far away from him every time he came into view.

Where on earth did he get that delusion from?

Leah grew anxious. Her initial intention was clearly to stay away from him.

“I didn’t mess with a hair on your head. You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t know about.” Leah shoved him away. “Stay away from me.”

A wave of anger washed over Han at the sight of her acting this way.

He came closer. “Am I wrong? Only you rushed to my aid in the fire, Sarah White. What exactly are your intentions?”

Leah nearly cried from anxiety.

What other intentions could she have?

Was she supposed to tell the man that she was Leah Murray, the woman who had loved him for ten long years?

“What are you doing? Get up.” Leah pushed him, not really wanting to answer his question.

Han did not move a muscle.

With that, Leah started to cry.

With tears in her beautiful eyes, she looked at him pitifully and cried out, “Am I not your savior? Why are you treating me like this?”

Seeing the tears in her eyes, Han froze.

There was a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

It was undeniable that he couldn’t bear the sight of this woman in tears.

“…Forget it.” Han got up, looked at her, and said, “You just woke up, I’ll ask you again once you feel better.”

He left the ward after he finished.

The sight of his retreating back made him seem as if he were fleeing.

Unfortunately, however, Leah did not see a thing. She was sighing in relief now that he was gone.

Leah had to remain hospitalized for a few days for observation due to the fire.

She was afraid that the Whites would be worried and begged Ian to keep it from them. She lied and told them that she remained in Saint Ville as she had more to do.

Han was also kept on observation in the hospital.

Jackson Lamere did not show much reaction to the incident. He only came by to express his concern for Han before taking Molly with him and leaving.

Molly had wanted to remain by Han’s side to care for him.

Jackson had more to do back in Linkville, so he brought Molly with him as he wanted his daughter to acquaint herself with more people.

Leah once again woke up in her hospital room that morning.

It had been raining for several days in a row, but the sky had cleared up.

The sky was clear and the air was fresh. Leah got out of bed and opened the window, taking a deep breath.

“What a great day…” Leah smiled.

She rested her face on her hands and looked down to see a garden below. There were many hospitalized patients taking advantage of the pleasant weather to get some fresh air.

The hospital was considered one of the best in Saint Ville and the environment matched up to that reputation.

Leah put on a coat and went to the back garden to bask in the sun after watching everyone do the same.

That was when she heard a child’s cries.

Leah followed the voice to see a little boy with his mouth open and wailing.

She approached him and knelt to ask, “What’s wrong, little boy?”

The little boy looked at her and sobbed until he was breathless. “Waaah… everyone says I’m a baby. They won’t play with me!”

Leah got curious. “Why are they calling you a baby?”

The young boy sniffled as his crying came to a halt. He pinched his lips together in aggravation, embarrassment flashing in his eyes. “I…I accidentally wet the bed. Waah…”

Leah smiled.

She couldn’t help but reassure him. “It’s no big deal. They aren’t laughing at you. They’re just messing with you.”

“Really?” The little boy stared blankly at her, tears still hanging from his eyelashes.

“Really,” Leah answered. “How about this? I’ll play with you. What do you think?”