Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 242

Chapter 242

Chapter 242 Tagging Me

With an aggressive turn at the steering, Han was driving toward the direction of the Howard Group while Leah’s shadow faded in the parking.

Han’s expression darkened.

At this time, Leah was bringing Shawn to the supermarket.

At first, Leah intended to wait for Mr. Carling at the parking lot, but Shawn wanted her to buy him some candy.

“Don’t eat too much candy. It’s bad for your teeth.” said Leah before snatching the candy from Shawn.

“I'll share them with you.” Shawn picked the same candy again from the shelf.

The cell phone rang. Leah pulled out the phone and tapped the answer button. “Where are you?” Han’s voice could be heard coming from the phone.

Leah felt a little guilty, then looked at Shawn subconsciously.

Leah was furious when she recalled Han had left keenly just now, and she attacked him with a question instead. “Didn’t you leave already?”

“Where are you? I’m coming to fetch you?” Han deepened his gaze.

Shawn’s flash of frozen stare was unknown to Leah, who was talking on the phone.

Shawn's original plan was to cheat Leah back to the Ford family and materialize her to threaten Han, but Shawn didn’t expect him to return so soon.

Leah hung up the phone after she informed her location.

In a flash, a black car stopped at the front of the supermarket entrance while Leah and Shawn walked out from inside.

"I'll send him back." Han had made up his mind before Leah spoke.

He should return to where he got lost, while Han's impatient gaze reflected in the rearview mirror. “Hooray, I can go home.” His gaze reached Shawn’s eyes, and he replied with a sneer.

When the words ended, Han started his car and drove toward the mansion of the Howard family.

Mr. Carling was waiting in the courtyard when he received the phone call. Shawn jumped out of the car once the car had stopped.

Han was in the driver's seat, and he pulled Leah’s wrist when she wanted to get out of the car. She winded down the window helplessly.

“I’m grateful for Ms. White’s assistance today.” Mr. Carling’s face filled with thankful.

Meanwhile, Han drove off the car and left the Howard family without waiting for Leah to speak. Leah

withdrew her arm from Han and looked to the front horizontally.

The atmosphere in the car was tense following the silence between the two.

“Kindly keep a distance from Shawn in the future.” Han’s glare, not as cold as previous, was landing on Leah.

It didn’t get Leah to say something afterward, but she turned her face. She didn’t think she had done anything wrong today.

In the following week, Han insisted that Leah stay at home because of her health. However, this made her think that Han was intentionally making things difficult for her.

Feeling bored, she sent a text. What’re you doing now?

The phone rang abruptly just when the message was sent.

“I’m so tired of new product preparation, Cindy. I’m afraid my hair is falling.” Hearing Serena's lament, Leah's brain squelched her idea of Serena's restlessness, and she burst out laughing with twisted lips.

“Do you know how much I envy you?” Serena heaved a sigh.

Leah's smile froze on her lips as she thought of the daily repetitive routine of eating and sleeping, just like a useless person. “A useless person you envy?”

She initially thought ten months would easily pass through, but she felt it was passing very slowly.

"Or perhaps you have a thick skin to ask Han if you can return to the Howard Group?"

Leah intuitively shook herself and said, "He shouldn’t agree."

"Men usually do not mean what they are saying.”

Leah rolled her eyes as if she had come out with an idea and hurriedly hung up the phone. “I understood. Thank you, Serena.”

In the evening, when Han opened the door at the mansion, he smelled of the dishes.

“Wash your hands, and dinner is ready.” Leah placed the plates on the dining table while she stared at Han, standing at the door.

An appropriate way for a request was necessary if a request was to ask from another.

Han was staring at the table full of dishes, and his expression slightly changed. “Why…

Didn't Leah hate me? But how could she remember my favorite food?

“Since I’m free, cooking can kill time.” Here, Leah stressed the word I’m free.

Han stood up with his eyes deepened and said, “Tell me frankly what you want?”

"I want to go to work." Leah pressed her lips together, for she had not expected Han to destroy her gesture.

It was supposed to be a simple request, but at that moment, it was difficult, for Leah was secretly watching Han's expression.

The man was quiet and standing still in a corner, and the air in the kitchen suddenly became cold, and Leah’s heart sank; she thought he still had not agreed.

“Sure, become my personal assistant.” Said Han gently.

“Really?”

Han nodded with hesitation.

The following morning Leah woke up at the crack of dawn and prepared breakfast; she waited for Han to come downstairs.

"Good morning." Han was greeted by Leah cheerfully as he stopped on the stairs. He followed the voice and glanced at Leah, who sat down on the chair with a grin.

When they arrived at the office, the people started to work busily.

Leah followed Han and entered his office. "Where is my place?" There was inevitable joy on Leah's face.

Han pointed to the small table next to his work desk. Leah moved her gaze and found no electronic devices but a variety of fruits that seemed to have been ready much earlier.

“You’re my personal assistant now. You shall be tagging me wherever I’m going.”

The cheerful smile on Leah’s face disappeared gradually, as it was simply a change of a place from one to another in which it didn’t make a difference.

“What shall I do then?” Leah continued to ask.

“Be my companion to work.” Han triggered his brows slightly.

Leah was a tad unhappy in her heart.

“This is the furthest I could go, and it’s my limit on you. Please don’t forget the two hundred million dollars.” Han reminded her coldly.

“Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Howard.” Leah was unsatisfied and stomping.

Leah was making Han hate her on purpose due to her unhappiness with Han asking for a companion, where she volumed up the video on her cell phone at maximum.

Han continued to read the files with a frown.

The time in the morning went quickly. Usually, Han wouldn’t go out for lunch unless there was a social engagement, as Ben would send him lunch at his office. Upon hearing the door knock, Leah kept away her cell phone helplessly.

“Mr. Howard, this is lunch for you and Ms. White.” Ben pushed the cart into the office room and left.

Han took the dishes from the cart and placed them on the table. “Come and eat.”

Looking at the table full of dishes, Leah remarked on the greatness of being wealthy.

She wished to spend without constraint when she had two hundred million dollars