Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 271

Chapter 271

Chapter 271 You Don’t Have To Do All This

Han's clenched fists loosened. It was a gradual effort for his expression to return to its unperturbed state.

Did Leah mean what she said? Or is she just trying to make herself feel better?

"Is that what you really think?" The words he uttered were cold.

"Of course," she answered with no hesitation.

She liked her current life. It was mundane and grounded. It would be even better for her if Han's condition improved.

He stared at her as if to gauge whether or not she was lying to him before quickly averting his gaze.

Leah, who failed to get a response, felt her heart sink. She smiled bitterly. Who was she trying to fool? Han probably hated his current life.

She hid her disappointment and kept her lighthearted front. "I was joking. I'll work hard to make some money so we can treat your leg. I'll start a painting stand tomorrow and see how it goes."

Molly still had Han's heart.

"You don't have to do all this."

He stared into space, his dark eyes flashed like cold steel. He was going to lie in wait for an opportunity to make Shawn pay.

Leah, meanwhile, was set on setting up an art stand. Han wasn't going to stop her. Creating art pieces was a hobby of hers. It was a good thing to be able to do what one liked.

Early the following morning.

Leah stuffed her meal prep into the fridge and set the table for breakfast before coming to Han's door.

"Breakfast is on the table, Han. Don't forget to eat."

He set aside his book in response and went up to her. "I'll come with you."

She rejected his suggestion without a second thought. "No. It's hot outside. You can just wait for me here."

There were talks of the authorities shutting down pop-ups. She couldn't take the risk of having him with her then.

Han's voice was gentle. "I'll wait for you to come home then."

"Okay." She flashed him a smile and left with her easel.

She planned a strategy last night by scouring the internet and knew where the crowd mostly congregated at White Sands Park. After setting up her easel, she stuck her price list in the ground.

Leah was a beautiful woman that naturally drew the attention of those around her just by sitting there.

"How much for a sketch, Miss?"

Leah was taken aback by the woman in front of her. "One hundred eighty."

This was her first customer.

The woman turned to look at her child. "Do you want a portrait drawn, Mary?"

Leah followed her gaze to see a little girl in a pink, poofy dress standing timidly behind the woman. The girl seemed afraid.

A smile spread across her face at the sight. "Hey there. You look pretty."

If her child were still around, they'd be roughly the same age.

The girl thanked her in her childlike voice. "Thank you, Miss."

Leah gently ruffled the girl's soft hair before offering them two stools to sit on.

It didn't take long for the woman to receive a sketch she was happy with.

She couldn't help but exclaim, "You draw very well."

"I'm happy to hear you like it."

Leah, who received the compliment, also gained confidence in herself.

Her phone began ringing the moment she took her seat.

"I found you a job, Cindy. It's not a design job but it's less strenuous. The pay is also good."

Serena didn't have many connections when she first arrived in Linkville but only the wealthy sought her out for her designs. These affluent tycoons had a foothold in the industry, making it possible to find a job.

Her friend had good intentions and was trying to look out for her by pulling whatever string she could to help Leah.

She would've said yes in a heartbeat in the past but times were different now.

What's more, if Shawn caught wind of Serena trying to help her, it would only involve her innocent friend.

Leah set down the paintbrush in her hand. "It's fine, Serena. I found a job. It's something I love to do."

"Really?"

Serena didn't sound convinced.

Leah had a habit of only reporting the good rather than the bad while she was still abroad. She refused to admit to being picked on. This time was probably no different. Was she afraid that she'd owe me a

favor?

"Of course. Come see for yourself if you don't believe me."

After she hung up, Leah sent Serena her location.

Serena frowned at what she was seeing in her WhatsApp chat. What kind of job did Cindy take for her to end up in the park?

Her worry led her to set aside her work and make her way to Leah.

She called Leah when she arrived at the entrance.

"Where are you?"

Leah stood up and waved in Seerena's direction. "Turn around."

There was doubt in her eyes when she caught sight of the easel and price list. "What are you doing? Some kind of performance art?"

Many foreign painters set up pop-ups on the street to find inspiration by observing the crowd around them.

Serena took a seat by her side. "Did you reach a bottleneck or something?"

Leah shook her head. "No, I'm earning through this."

That astonished Serena. Leah was drowning in riches while abroad. How could she be setting up something like this even if she was experiencing some lows?

"This is your job, Cindy?" Serena could barely believe it.

"Yeah." Leah wasn't the least bit embarrassed. "This is a good thing, isn't it?"

She didn't think there was anything wrong with it but her past self would probably beg to disagree.

Having a pop-up not only allowed her to earn her keep, but she was also helping capture moments in time.

Serena thought she was making excuses and was up on her feet in seconds to help pack up her easel. "You're coming with me. I'm not letting you live like this while I'm still here."

Leah was a delicate woman unsuited for weathering the elements all day long.

This prompted Leah to take the easel away from her friend. "Serena, I'm doing fine. Really. It offers me all the freedom in the world too."

Serena finally caught the sincere look in her eyes and understood that she was being serious.

No one could stop Leah when she got serious.

Just like how if she liked someone, she would never look the other way.

She finally let Leah go and begrudgingly nodded. "You're as stubborn as a mule. But promise me one

thing."

"What?"

"Speak up if you run into trouble. Don't be afraid to come to me."

"Of course," Leah answered with no hesitation.