Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 10

Leah’s face was pale and her eyes were closed tightly. It was as if she was going through something incredibly agonizing. She had nightmares again. In her dream, she was trapped in a car surrounded by flames. The thick smoke choked her and the narrow space suffocated her. Tongues of flame burned her face as she yelled in agony. It was dawn when she woke up from her nightmare. When Leah opened her eyes, she saw Han sitting on a chair while smoking a cigarette. His back faced her, and there were several cigarette butts on the ground. She was startled for a moment, then shut her eyes and ignored him. Han already knew that she was awake after he saw her reflection through the glass window. He stepped on the cigarette and turned around. He stared at the frail woman lying in the hospital bed. “Open your eyes.” His tone was stern. He never asked her if she had any opinions and never allowed her to have one either. Leah had no choice but to open her eyes and look at him. He no longer had the brilliant eyes he had before. His eyes were clouded, and she could no longer find the brightness in them. Looking at her pale appearance, Han felt depressed. His tone was cold. “Are you done causing trouble for everyone?” Leah had no expression. She did not even want to look at him. Han’s face turned gloomy in an instant, he leaned over and grabbed her chin. “I told you to answer me. Did you hear me?” Leah did not frown even though her jaw hurt. She still did not give him any expressions. Han chuckled and looked at her in anger. “You’re getting bolder these days.” Her eyes were cold and lifeless. Han was slightly stunned and remembered what Dr. Steadman said all of a sudden. “The patient is depressed and stressed out. If you’re not careful, she might have suicidal thoughts.” Han did not understand why he was nervous. When the hospital called to inform him that Leah got into an accident, the thought of her being close to death made him feel suffocated and he could not breathe well. The atmosphere froze. Leah finally said something after a while. “Why don’t you leave, Mr. Howard? I must be an eyesore to you.” It was at that moment when Han realized that Leah hated him to death, but how dare she? What right did she have to hate him? He should be the one to hate her. It was all her fault that he had to bear her pain. This was only the beginning of his revenge. Han glanced at her coldly, as if his astonishment earlier was just an illusion. He stood up and looked at her condescendingly. “You’re right. The more I look at you, the filthier I feel.” He took out a cigarette and lit it up. “Molly wants you to attend our engagement banquet. Although I despise you, I can only go

along with it since it’s her request.” Leah tilted her head in disbelief. She was wondering if she had heard him right. “What… what did you say?” Han’s face was reflected in her eyes. Leah’s eyes became bloodshot. She clenched her fists tightly and her breathing began to be rapid. Her body was trembling. “Han Howard, you’re humiliating me because you want to please that woman?” Molly knew that Leah liked him, and wanted Leah to watch him get engaged to her. He was wicked. Leah felt as if her heart was sliced into pieces.