Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Leah lifted a faint smile. Whenever someone mentioned Ian, she thought about Han as well.

She was reminded of the scene he made in the office earlier; she had never seen him so angry in the ten years she had known him. She was both frightened and saddened by his reaction. She would never get back together with a madman like him.

“I have to use the restroom. Be right back!” She realized she had been reacting strangely, so she stood up abruptly and she made an excuse to Serena. Serena shrugged, “Sure.”

As she was walking toward the restroom, Leah felt someone following her, and it made her jumpy. She had been feeling as if someone was watching her recently, and now the feeling grew stronger. She stopped to turn around, but there was nobody in sight.

She frowned. Perhaps she had been imagining things. She shook her head before stepping into one of the cubicles in the restroom. Once she closed the door behind her, she heard someone locking her inside.

Leah’s blood turned cold. She tried to push the door frantically, but it would not budge. “Who’s there?” She asked. There was no answer. She only heard someone turning on their heels.

As she gathered herself, she called Serena. Serena rushed to the restroom. She unlocked the door, letting Leah out. “Why are you locked inside?” Serena asked curiously.

Leah shook her head, “I think someone’s following me, and they locked me inside.” Serena asked if Leah had seen the person’s face, but Leah shook her head once again.

“No, I didn’t see the person’s face. There’s nobody else using the restroom at this time, so I don’t think anyone saw the person,” said Leah. Serena frowned. Worried, she suggested, “Should we call the cops?”

“I don’t think it’ll help.” Leah disagreed. “The person didn’t harm me after all, so I don’t want to make this a big deal.” She had a feeling it was someone she knew. Otherwise, the person could have simply killed her instead of messing around with her.

“If you say so,” said Serena with a concerned face. “You should tell your fiancé, so he can send you a few bodyguards.” Leah nodded, seemingly distracted.

Since the incident had ruined their mood, they called it a day, and Serena sent Leah home. Leah had a simple dinner, and she worked on her jewelry designs.

Despite Han trying to waste her time by asking to play Animal Boom in the office, she had taken up freelance gigs to practice jewelry design; she did not want to disappoint her grandfather.

It began to rain when it was half past nine. Leah was restless; something bad always happened when it rained. She was trying to regain her focus when her phone rang. Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced at her phone, and she was relieved to see Ian calling.

“Hey, what’s up?” She answered the call. Ian sounded tired, “Are you home?” Leah smiled, “Yes, I am. Are you?”

To her surprise, Ian gently said, “I’m here at your place. Can you open the door, please? I’ve brought you flowers.” Leah was stunned. “Why?”

“Every girl likes flowers, right?” said Ian. “I’ve never attempted to please a girl before you. I hope this is not too much. Is it?” He sounded nervous.

“No, it’s not. I’ll open the door for you,” Leah ended the call. She put on a coat and took an umbrella. Ian was already waiting outside.

He rushed toward her with a bouquet of red roses in one hand and an umbrella in another. He had always bought her red roses. She accepted the bouquet and she thanked him. “It’s late. You’d better go

home now.”

Ian looked at her tenderly and he planted a kiss on her forehead. “Good night.” While he drove away, Leah stood there for a moment to calm herself down.

As she turned to get back inside with the bouquet of roses, she heard footsteps behind her. She held her breath, thinking it might be related to what happened earlier today. She turned around and she was shocked to see who it was.

In the dim light of a lamppost, she could see Han teetering not far away. He was stumbling toward her in the same all-black suit he was wearing this morning, soaking wet as he did not have an umbrella with him.

She met his intense gaze in the rain. She watched him as he staggered toward her. He was reeking of alcohol.

Leah was holding the bouquet of roses in her right hand and an umbrella in her left. The bright red color of the roses reflected on her face, giving her a rosy hue underneath the street light.

“Han. Have you been drinking?” She looked at him with a furrowed brow. He stepped closer and he was about to raise an arm before stopping himself. “Yes, I have.”

He stared at the roses she was holding and asked, “Did he give you this?” She knew he was referring to Ian, so she simply nodded.

Han continued, “So you’ve decided to marry him?” Leah nodded again. “If you’d like to attend, you’re invited to our engagement party too.”

He managed a strained smile. “Leah, I’ve always thought you’re too softhearted to leave me. No matter how badly I treat you, I thought you’d always forgive me and you’d return if I were nice to you afterward.”

She looked at him silently. Han was unusually talkative when he was drunk. He continued bitterly, “I realized now I’ve been wrong about you.”

He stared at her intensely as he said slowly, “You are a heartless woman.”