Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 238

Chapter 238

Chapter 238 Get Out Of Here

Han hugged Leah and said in his low voice, “I am sorry for what happened today.”

A mistake would always stay a mistake. No matter what excuses he made for himself, he really did not accompany Leah to the hospital for her prenatal examination.

His low voice sounded again, “Don’t go visit Ron again. Or else, I don’t mind employing certain means to make him gone from your side.”

Leah snapped her head at him in shock. Although his eyes were gentle, his words were cold and ruthless.

She could not help but feel a shiver running down her spine. Han had the power to save Ron, but at the same time, he had the power to destroy him as well.

Leah gritted her teeth and replied, “Han, you are really cold-blooded.”

Although she had long known Han’s ruthlessness, she would not expect him to just discard every formality and even used Ron’s life to threaten her.

Han’s lips curled up, but he said nothing.

Leah simply felt terrified at his ambiguous smile.

Back then, when his father was suddenly gone because of an accident, Han had to grow up very

quickly in order to take over his father’s company. He was forced to dabble in dirty deeds. His efforts and grind had afforded him such a powerful position today.

“I am going to sleep now.”

Leah pushed Han off and got up from her chair. Then, she stomped away from the study.

Han followed her and they both entered the study.

Leah ignored him as she started to wash her face and began her night routine. By the time she had changed into her pajamas after a bath, Han was still fidgeting with his phone on the sofa.

She frowned at such a sight. She took a book and sat opposite him. She was leafing through the book absentmindedly.

Leah finally could not bear it anymore after what seemed like a long time.

“Aren’t you going yet?”

Han raised his brows, “I am sleeping with you tonight.”

As Leah gaped at him, he removed his jacket, which revealed a white inner shirt. The shirt was a figure-hugging one, and it accentuated his almost perfect physique.

Leah felt a burning sensation on her face, and she awkwardly removed her gaze from his body.

She kept telling herself that this was just any other good figure that she had seen before. She should

not feel embarrassed.

Leah coughed lightly before pointing at the door, “Go sleep elsewhere. I am not used to sleeping with someone.”

She did not want to have any sort of intimacy with Han right now!

Han’s face darkened as he quickly came to where Leah was and cornered her.

Leah kept backing off, and she fell onto the bed without realizing it.

The next moment, Han's overbearing body covered her entire eyesight.

They were locking gaze, and the atmosphere in the room was really starting to get giddy.

Leah was frozen on the spot. She even forgot to resist or push him away.

Leah was frozen on the spot. She even forgot to resist or push him away.

Han suddenly swooped in and pressed his lips onto a pair of bright red lips that belonged to Leah.

By the time Leah reacted, Han had already gotten off her. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing heavily as if holding himself back from something.

He went to open the windows and the cool breeze that blew in made him feel slightly more refreshed.

If he allowed himself to run free, he was afraid that he would hurt Leah again.

“Have a good night’s sleep.”

Han suddenly announced and then left the room.

Leah only began to move again when the sound of footsteps was finally no more. She quickly got up to lock the door.

She was afraid that Han would do this again. She might not have the strength to resist him by then.

Han was able to calm himself down after standing in the cold shower for a long time. By the time he changed into a new set of clothes, he realized that Leah had locked the door to her room.

He chuckled as he produced a key to open the door.

The blinding moonlight shone on Leah’s delicate face. Han removed the blanket and eased himself into the position next to her. Then, he lightly hugged her.

However, something vibrated in the darkness.

Leah frowned at the sudden sound. Han glanced at the name displayed on the screen, and he was immediately in a foul mood.

He picked up his phone and walked into the bathroom.

“She’s already asleep. What’s the matter?”

When Ron who was on the other end of the phone heard that it was Han’s voice, his arm suddenly lost its strength and fell down to his side. He did not even remember when he had ended the call.

Ron stared at his phone and a self-deprecating smile played on his face. It was no wonder that Leah did not want to come to see him anymore.

Han deleted the call from the phone log and replaced himself to Leah’s side.

The next morning, when Leah woke up, there was no longer anyone next to her. She looked at the door which was still unlocked, and she felt a sense of relief.

It seemed that Han never returned after leaving her room.

After washing herself up, Leah changed into a new set of clothes and came downstairs. She decided to cook something for herself.

When she was at the end of the stairs, she was attracted to a faint fragrant smell that belonged to freshly-baked bread. Han was in the kitchen and he was draped in an apron.

Han was actually making a meal!

For some reason, Leah felt that something strange was plucking at her heart.

Han sensed that someone was watching him, and sure enough, he turned around to see Leah standing at the opening of the staircase. She was wearing a silky long dress.

He smirked, “Good morning.”

Leah looked away anxiously and resumed her cold facade.

Soon, the dining table was full of all kinds of food. There was traditional and western food. It seemed that Han had put in a lot of work to prepare this breakfast feast.

Leah narrowed her eyes and said, “You don’t need to go through such a fuss to do this.”

This was what he used to say to her a long time ago when she had prepared breakfast for him.

Even though he never even took a bite, she would still make breakfast for him every day. It was all a waste. She must look like a moron in Han’s eyes back then.

“Dig into them.”

Han did not continue the same topic as he pushed a glass of milk to Leah.

“I’ll bring you to the mall after breakfast.”

Leah was about to reject him, but she decided to hold back first.

Even if she wanted to stay at home, Han would have come up with a million reasons to make her go out.

At the hospital, Serena stood in front of a ward while holding a thermos flask.

Yesterday, Leah was worried that the hospital food was not nutritious enough. She had texted Serena especially to prepare some soup to bring to the hospital.

Serena placed the thermos in front of Ron. She saw that Ron was still feeble and pale, but there a certain determination in his eyes.

“It seems that you’re making a good recovery.”

“What about it? Did she send you here to make sure that I am dead?”

Ron’s gaze fell on the thermos flash on the table.

Was Leah trying to give him some sweets after proverbially slapping him on the face? It was too bad. He did not need such consolation.

Serena held a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Ron. She quipped, “Leah is in a difficult spot now.”

Ron looked at her coldly and let out a cold chuckle. He then whipped his arm and hit that bowl of soup.

Serena was able to get out of the way when the soup was splattered all over the floor. She was lucky to avoid the hot soup because she was agile enough.

“You’re crazy!”

Ron’s voice was chilly, “Get out of here. I don’t need anything.”

Serena cursed at him before finally leaving the ward.

As she drove back home, she called Leah, “Cindy, did Ron hurt his head?”

Besides some mental illness, she could not figure out why Ron was behaving so erratically.

She was being kind in pouring him some soup, yet she was getting shunned by him instead of receiving her thanks.

Leah’s heart sank. Ron was always a sensitive person. Did he find out what was going on?

He smirked, “Good morning.”

Leoh looked owoy onxiously ond resumed her cold focode.

Soon, the dining toble wos full of oll kinds of food. There wos troditionol ond western food. It seemed thot Hon hod put in o lot of work to prepore this breokfost feost.

Leoh norrowed her eyes ond soid, “You don’t need to go through such o fuss to do this.”

This wos whot he used to soy to her o long time ogo when she hod prepored breokfost for him.

Even though he never even took o bite, she would still moke breokfost for him every doy. It wos oll o woste. She must look like o moron in Hon’s eyes bock then.

“Dig into them.”

Hon did not continue the some topic os he pushed o gloss of milk to Leoh.

“I’ll bring you to the moll ofter breokfost.”

Leoh wos obout to reject him, but she decided to hold bock first.

Even if she wonted to stoy ot home, Hon would hove come up with o million reosons to moke her go out.

At the hospitol, Sereno stood in front of o word while holding o thermos flosk.

Yesterdoy, Leoh wos worried thot the hospitol food wos not nutritious enough. She hod texted Sereno especiolly to prepore some soup to bring to the hospitol.

Sereno ploced the thermos in front of Ron. She sow thot Ron wos still feeble ond pole, but there o certoin determinotion in his eyes.

“It seems thot you’re moking o good recovery.”

“Whot obout it? Did she send you here to moke sure thot I om deod?”

Ron’s goze fell on the thermos flosh on the toble.

Wos Leoh trying to give him some sweets ofter proverbiolly slopping him on the foce? It wos too bod. He did not need such consolotion.

Sereno held o bowl of soup ond ploced it in front of Ron. She quipped, “Leoh is in o difficult spot now.”

Ron looked ot her coldly ond let out o cold chuckle. He then whipped his orm ond hit thot bowl of soup.

Sereno wos oble to get out of the woy when the soup wos splottered oll over the floor. She wos lucky to ovoid the hot soup becouse she wos ogile enough.

“You’re crozy!”

Ron’s voice wos chilly, “Get out of here. I don’t need onything.”

Sereno cursed ot him before finolly leoving the word.

As she drove bock home, she colled Leoh, “Cindy, did Ron hurt his heod?”

Besides some mentol illness, she could not figure out why Ron wos behoving so erroticolly.

She wos being kind in pouring him some soup, yet she wos getting shunned by him insteod of receiving her thonks.

Leoh’s heort sonk. Ron wos olwoys o sensitive person. Did he find out whot wos going on?

Ha smirkad, “Good morning.”

Laah lookad away anxiously and rasumad har cold facada.

Soon, tha dining tabla was full of all kinds of food. Thara was traditional and wastarn food. It saamad

that Han had put in a lot of work to prapara this braakfast faast.

Laah narrowad har ayas and said, “You don’t naad to go through such a fuss to do this.”

This was what ha usad to say to har a long tima ago whan sha had praparad braakfast for him.

Evan though ha navar avan took a bita, sha would still maka braakfast for him avary day. It was all a wasta. Sha must look lika a moron in Han’s ayas back than.

“Dig into tham.”

Han did not continua tha sama topic as ha pushad a glass of milk to Laah.

“I’ll bring you to tha mall aftar braakfast.”

Laah was about to rajact him, but sha dacidad to hold back first.

Evan if sha wantad to stay at homa, Han would hava coma up with a million raasons to maka har go out.

At tha hospital, Sarana stood in front of a ward whila holding a tharmos flask.

Yastarday, Laah was worriad that tha hospital food was not nutritious anough. Sha had taxtad Sarana aspacially to prapara soma soup to bring to tha hospital.

Sarana placad tha tharmos in front of Ron. Sha saw that Ron was still faabla and pala, but thara a cartain datarmination in his ayas.

“It saams that you’ra making a good racovary.”

“What about it? Did sha sand you hara to maka sura that I am daad?”

Ron’s gaza fall on tha tharmos flash on tha tabla.

Was Laah trying to giva him soma swaats aftar provarbially slapping him on tha faca? It was too bad. Ha did not naad such consolation.

Sarana hald a bowl of soup and placad it in front of Ron. Sha quippad, “Laah is in a difficult spot now.”

Ron lookad at har coldly and lat out a cold chuckla. Ha than whippad his arm and hit that bowl of soup.

Sarana was abla to gat out of tha way whan tha soup was splattarad all ovar tha floor. Sha was lucky to avoid tha hot soup bacausa sha was agila anough.

“You’ra crazy!”

Ron’s voica was chilly, “Gat out of hara. I don’t naad anything.”

Sarana cursad at him bafora finally laaving tha ward.

As sha drova back homa, sha callad Laah, “Cindy, did Ron hurt his haad?”

Basidas soma mantal illnass, sha could not figura out why Ron was bahaving so arratically.

Sha was baing kind in pouring him soma soup, yat sha was gatting shunnad by him instaad of racaiving har thanks.

Laah’s haart sank. Ron was always a sansitiva parson. Did ha find out what was going on?