Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 367

Chapter 367

Chapter 367 It’s Not Our First Time

Leah was stunned. She anxiously glanced at Han, and she talked in a lowered voice, "Carlotta, be a good girl and finish your food."

"Leah, Carlotta already suggested it; are you going to disappoint her?"

Han talked in a calm manner, and he did not look as cold as his usual self.

For a moment, she could not believe it.

Can he really accept my feeding him?

Carlotta urged her when she froze. "Mommy, quickly make up with Daddy!"

Leah used her fork to pick up a piece of chicken and moved in front of his lips.

She was ready to be humiliated, so she lowered her head and looked at the ground.

Until she smelled the fragrance that belonged to him, her hand holding the fork trembled, and he ate the food she fed.

"You should eat too."

Hearing his low and sexy voice, her heart skipped a beat.

The luxurious crystal lighting shone on his handsome face; he seemed softer and warmer at that moment.

Leah could not stop looking at him; her heart was pounding hard.

At the beginning of their story, she had imagined such an ordinary and happy life with him countless times.

It was such a pity that the two of them were always hurting each other; they missed each other.

"Have you seen enough?" Seeing the woman staring at him in a daze, Han broke into a smile.

He was always affected by every facial expression and move made by Leah.

"Hmm..." She was embarrassed at being caught by him.

He hates me so much; he should be humiliating me in no time.

But after a long time, she did not hear anything from Han. She raised her head in confusion, and she accidentally locked into his deep gaze.

She was so startled that she stood up suddenly, and she knocked over the hot soup on the table. The hot soup spilled all over her hands.

"Mommy!" Carlotta was frightened.

Her hands were swelling rapidly; Han's heart sank seeing it, and he strode to her.

He grabbed her hands and brought her into the bathroom, where he rinsed her hands under cold water.

"Ahh…" The sensation of the icy water hurt her hands. Leah hissed and gasped in pain; her eyes were filled with tears.

Han was getting furious, and he snorted, "You don't have to perform such a trick to get my attention!"

She always didn't take good care of herself!

She hasn't even recovered from the cold, and she's burned now.

Leah was speechless. She was sweating cold sweats from the pain.

As the water flowed against her hands, she was in deep pain and slowly loosening her strength. She was dizzy and trembling.

She fell onto a warm chest; his body fragrance made her feel safe and secure.

"Thank you; you can let me go now." After a while, her pain was relieved, and she wanted to get out of his arms.

Han straightaway picked her up and went back to the room, and he put her on the bed. "Don't move; I'll call for the family doctor."

His voice was still cold, but she felt something warm in her heart.

Her head was still dizzy, and looking at his strong and fit back, her eyes reddened.

At this moment, she did not want to suppress her feelings for him anymore.

But he'll torture me if he can feel my love.

I don't want to get hurt or hurt the people around me anymore...

Just let it be this way.

After arranging for the family doctor, he turned around and found that Leah had fallen asleep.

His heart ached as he sat by her bedside, seeing her swollen hands.

Leah somehow fell into a deep sleep; she did not wake up even after the family doctor bandaged her hands.

Carlotta leaned nervously on the edge of the bed and looked at her. "Daddy, will Mommy be alright?"

Han glowered, and he replied, "Yes. You should go to bed first; I'll look after her."

Carlotta wanted to stay back and take care of her, but she knew that she could not be much help. So she obediently went back to her room.

"Daddy, please look after Mommy!"

Han caressed Leah's smooth cheek; his cold heart was melting within her.

"Leah, why can't I just stay away from you?"

He forced himself to hate her countless times, but he never succeeded.

"A-Ah…" Leah groaned in discomfort; she wanted to scratch the burn.

Han restrained her hands, and he said, "Don't move; your injury itches as it's healing now."

Leah woke up from the itchiness of her injury; she saw that her hands had been bandaged, and he was even holding her hands. She froze and said, "T-thank you."

He helped her after all.

She wanted to withdraw her hands, but he was not willing to let go.

She frowned and said, "I'm fine; can you let me go first?"

The temperature of his warm hands made her heart throb uncontrollably.

As time went by, the moonlight became brighter. She felt very uncomfortable.

Seeing her flustered red cheeks, Han's anger calmed down.

"Don't scratch your injury." He let go of her hands and left.

She sighed with relief hearing his footsteps go further. Looking at her bandaged hands, she felt restless.

I want to use the bathroom...

The maids of the villa were all resting at the moment; Han was the only one awake.

She could never ask for his help using the toilet.

Han reheated some dishes for her, and he saw her biting off her bandage when he entered the room.

"Leah Murray! What are you doing?" He tensed up, and he simply put the food on the table, and he forcefully grabbed her wrist.

His was short of breath, and he stared at her deadly. "You can hate me, but you don't have to punish yourself like this!"

"You should think about how Carlotta feels!"

Seeing how he misunderstood her, she blushed. And she could not break free from his grasp for a long time.

After a while, she lowered her head and explained thoroughly. "N-No... I-I... want to use the toilet."

Her voice was trembling out of shame, and Han was stunned upon hearing her.

"I'll take you there." He came back to his senses, and he carried her to the toilet.

His hands landed on her trousers; Leah was ashamed, and her eyes were filled with tears. She quickly rejected it by saying, "No... I can do it myself."

I can't accept him helping me in the bathroom...

Han's ears were softened by her demeanor; he could smell her pleasant aroma.

He avoided touching her hands, and he held her waist. He breathed hotly into her ears, and he said, "It's not like we haven't slept with each other before. Why are you still shy?"