Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Ian served the dishes he had prepared, smiling. “I’m here to discuss this with you,” he said. Leah waited until both had sat down before she replied, “I’ll follow your lead.”

“Would you prefer having it sooner or later? I’d love to hear your thoughts,” said Ian tenderly. Leah looked at him, surprised by how patient and gentle he had been with her. He must have loved her deeply to spend so much time and effort on her.

She could not have asked for more. She then recalled what Jane told her earlier and instantly felt calmer. Leah cleared her throat, “Let’s get this done sooner than later. We may not have the time to deal with this if we wait any longer.”

Ian was startled at first. Then, he began to smile from ear to ear. “Sarah, are you sure?” Leah nodded, beaming. Ian was over the moon.

“Let’s do this the week after next!” Ian exclaimed, thrilled. “Leave it to me to plan this properly this week. I will make sure everything’s perfect!”

“Don’t stress yourself out. I don’t need it to be perfect,” Leah disagreed. Ian shook his head, “It’s our first time doing this. I want it to be perfect. Let me take care of it, alright?”

Seeing how excited Ian was, Leah gave in. They continued their dinner silently. As she was savoring Ian’s delicious dishes, her mind wandered to her lunch earlier, when Han demanded her to have a meatball without asking if she wanted it. On the contrary, Ian was gentle, and he would never be so bossy with her.

After dinner, Ian drove Leah to a couture boutique, where custom-made dresses could cost a bomb. Unbothered by the price tag, Ian said gently, “See anything you like? Try it on.”

Leah nodded and started browsing the dresses in the boutique when Ian’s cell phone rang. He took a glance at his phone and frowned. She asked, “What’s the matter?”

He hesitated for a moment before lifting a smile. “It’s work; no big deal. I’ll be right back.” She understood how important work was to him, so she replied, “Sure.”

Leah continued to browse in the boutique after Ian left to take his call. Someone stepped into the boutique and the staff quickly attended to them. “Welcome, Mrs. Howard.”

Mrs. Howard? Someone was walking across the boutique in high heels while calling out to the staff, “Is my custom-made gown ready?” Leah froze, recognizing the voice. It was Molly.

“Yes, it’s ready and wrapped,” answered the staff. “Let me get it for you.” Molly lifted a satisfied smile, “Great, I expect nothing less than perfect.”

Leah felt uneasy bumping into her ex-husband’s now-fiancée. Even though she had let go of her grudges against Han, Leah had not forgiven Molly for what she did. Bitter and not ready to confront Molly yet, Leah decided to leave the boutique.

Molly had caught her before Leah could leave. “Hey, you! Stop right there!” Molly called out to her loudly. Leah pretended not to hear her and quickened her pace.

“Sarah! It’s you, isn’t it?” Molly pressed on. “Get back here!” Leah halted. She slowly turned around. She looked at Molly and she asked nonchalantly, “What do you want, Miss Lamere?”

Molly’s eyes flickered with hatred as she saw Leah. Leah was amused; Molly had nothing to complain and yet, Leah had every reason to hate Molly.

“I knew it. It’s you,” Molly approached Leah in her high heels. “Aren’t you dead? Why are you still alive? Are you here to break Han and me up again?”

Leah tried hard to stifle a laugh. She would have run away in the past in this situation, but she was different now. She stared at Molly and she replied calmly, “It’s none of your business.”

Molly was furious. “You have already talked to Han, haven’t you? You should be ashamed! I’m his fiancée, and we have a child, so stay out of our lives!”

“Sure. You have my blessings,” Leah nodded disinterestedly, “Is there anything else?”

Leah’s response irked Molly. She thought Leah was lying to her face. Molly was not going to let Leah get in the way between Han and her.

The staff interrupted them with Molly’s gown. Molly saw the opportunity and seized it. She pointed at Leah as she ordered the staff, “Make her leave and I will pay you for it.”

While the staff looked puzzled, Leah sneered. She said to Molly mockingly, “Oh, I’m so scared. What are you going to do if I insist on staying?”

Molly was boiling. She threatened, “This is my turf, you bitch! You’ll see.” Molly made a call frantically. “Get me your manager. Yes, get here now!”

The boutique manager rushed to attend to Molly immediately. He knew better than to piss one of his big clients off. He ran to her, panting when he arrived. “Mrs. Howard! How can I help you?”

Molly pointed at Leah once again. “I want you to blacklist this woman. I will pay for all your losses. Is there any problem?”

The manager glanced at Leah; her face didn’t ring a bell. To please his customer, he replied without hesitation, “No problem at all!” He turned to Leah, “I’m sorry but you have to leave right now.”

Leah was dumbfounded. She did not think the manager would dare to step on her toes without first finding out her identity.