Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 281

Chapter 281

Chapter 281 Car Accident

The two muscular bodyguards were still unsurprisingly keeping guard outside as Leah exited the restroom. Leah ignored them and headed in the direction of Shawn’s car. Shawn had just ended his phone call and joined Leah. It was already afternoon by now and the mall was rather empty at this time of day.

The shop staff at the mother and baby store were informed of Mr. Ford’s visit earlier, so they were already waiting outside the store for him. She greeted Shawn and Leah with a welcoming smile as they approached the store. Shawn walked in the store first, followed by Leah who tagged along behind him silently.

The store was painted in warm, bright colors and filled with every kind of mother and baby product imaginable, but Leah was clearly not in the mood for shopping. She browsed through the shop mindlessly, never really paying attention to any particular product. If Shawn wanted to come to the mall, she was in no position to say no, but she could only bring herself to do the bare minimum.

Noticing her disinterest, Shawn stalked over to Leah’s side. “What’s wrong? You don’t like anything from here?” Shawn did not look too happy either. He knew Leah’s absentmindedness had everything to do with Han Howard. The shop staff hovered around Shawn and Leah but did not dare to say anything in fear of offending the big boss.

Sensing Shawn’s dissatisfaction, Leah quickly made a show out of browsing through the baby clothes section. She picked up a few pieces of clothing here and there, but eventually put all of them aside. She still did not understand why Shawn had brought her for a checkup and now to shop for baby products. Does he know something? Leah wondered.

Leah looked up at Shawn. “This child is not yours…,” she began, testing the waters.

A ghost of a smile appeared on Shawn’s lips. “True, but you are mine,” Shawn cut her off before she could continue. “So if you want the child to remain safe, I suggest you behave.”

Leah frowned. She looked around only to catch the shop staff inching away shiftily. She was quite sure the staff had overheard their conversation.

“Fine, you can buy everything in this store for me then. I’m thanking you on behalf of my unborn child,” Leah huffed. She knew money was the least of Shawn’s concerns, but she put out such a ludicrous request just to let Shawn know she was not his plaything to be pushed and ordered around.

The shop staff blinked in shock before turning to look at Shawn.

“Mr. Ford, uhh…” she began.

“Pack everything in this shop and send it to the Ford villa,” he ordered. The staff quickly sprang into action and got the other employees to begin packing.

After leaving the mother and baby shop, Leah spotted an atelier that made custom evening gowns. Without waiting for Shawn, she hastily strode into the shop.

“Good afternoon, Madam,” the shopkeeper greeted Leah as she walked in.

Leah made a few rounds around the shop, looking at all the couture dresses on display. “I’ll buy all of

the shop’s dresses,” she announced haughtily.

The smile disappeared from the shopkeeper’s face, replaced with a look of contempt. “Madam, is this funny to you? If you don’t intend to buy anything, you shouldn’t cause such trouble.”

Just as the shopkeeper was admonishing Leah, Shawn walked into the shop. “Pack everything up,” he ordered. Shawn’s assistant quickly handed a credit card to the shopkeeper whose eyes widened in shock. The shopkeeper recognized Shawn Ford instantly, and he definitely recognized the limitless black card that the assistant just produced.

“Of course! I’ll get it sorted at once!” the shopkeeper exclaimed. His mouth was still agape in shock as he came to terms with the fact that Shawn Ford just bought the entire shop for a woman.

“You’re not angry?” Leah asked, frustrated and confused.

“If you want it, it’s yours. It doesn’t cost that much,” Shawn said as a matter-of-factly.

It was then when Leah finally understood that money truly did not matter to someone who owned both the Howard Group and the White Group. She headed one floor down to a shoe boutique and once again made a purchase for all of the shoes in the shop, regardless of whether the shoes fit her. After doing the same at a few more shops, Leah finally began to feel physically exhausted, her forehead beading with sweat.

Shawn’s lips quirked as he looked at Leah in amusement. “How’s the shopping going? You haven’t bought any handbags yet. Would you like to check out some bags?” he quipped.

Leah knew she had failed to rile Shawn up. If anything, it only satisfied him even more and left Leah

more frustrated than she was before. “No, I’m tired. I want to go home,” Leah said in defeat.

This time, Shawn did not insist on Leah continuing her shopping spree. Just as the two of them were headed toward the mall, a familiar voice called out her name.

“Leah! And here I was wondering who was the bigshot who bought the entire mall! So it was you,” sarcasm dripped from Ron’s voice as he approached Leah from the back.

Leah turned around to face Ron who had a hostile look in his eyes. Her first instinct was to panic, but she quickly masked her expression. After all, she knew how Ron felt about her, so there was no point in defending herself.

“Your days have indeed gotten better since you’ve rid yourself of Han Howard,” he jibed sarcastically.

Shawn was about to say something, but Leah pretended as if she did not see or hear a word that Ron said. Instead, she turned around and walked away. She did not feel the need to explain herself, nor did she want to get into an argument with Ron. On the other hand, she was slightly worried for him, knowing that Shawn would now have him on his radar.

Back in the car, there was a sharp, silent tension surrounding Leah and Shawn.

“Why didn’t you say anything just now?” Shawn finally decided to break the silence. If Leah had asked, his bodyguards would have taken Ron down in seconds. After all, Shawn was not used to showing kindness.

“There’s no point in saying anything,” Leah said glumly.

Bang--!

A violent sound of metal scrapping ripped through the vehicle as a trailer crashed into Shawn’s vehicle from behind. Shawn’s driver held on to the steering wheel for dear life while turning around to check on Shawn and Leah.

“Mr. Ford, are you alright?” the driver asked.

“Go faster,” Shawn snapped. It was clear that the trailer had crashed into them on purpose. Someone was out for his blood. The driver instantly floored the gas pedal and sped up to lose the trailer, but the trailer seemed to catch up with them all too quickly.

It was Leah’s first time in this sort of situation. She found herself trembling in shock and fear, and she hugged her shaky arms around her belly, doing all she physically could to protect her baby.

Shawn immediately wrapped a strong arm around her head and brought her head close to his warm chest. “Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you,” he whispered to Leah gently before turning to the driver again. “Head downtown,” he instructed.

Leah’s nerves were increasingly frayed every time she heard the trailer approaching their vehicle. She curled deeper into Shawn, gripping on to his shirt tightly without making a sound. The more the trailer driver wanted him dead, the more Shawn refused to give in. He was quite used to making enemies on his own, but now, he had someone else’s life to care about.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, Leah,” Shawn made a promise to the woman in his arms.