Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 80

“No? Why not?” Han gripped her waist, his voice cold, and he said, “What exactly are you pretending to be pure about? Ian has most likely slept with you on numerous occasions. How dare you refuse me when your body has already been tainted?”

Leah looked at Han in disbelief.

Why would he say such a thing about himself? She didn’t do anything with Ian.

“Han, stop talking nonsense. Nothing happened between me and Ian,” stated Leah.

Han sneered and exclaimed, “Why is he so keen to help you if nothing has happened between you two? Such nonsense can fool children, but not me.” He said that while violently attempting to unbutton her pajamas.

Leah inhaled deeply and pushed Han away with all her might.

Han disregarded her protest and firmly clamped her hands down.

During the struggle, his patience had finally run out.

“Slap!”

There was a sudden crisp sound in the air.

Leah turned her head slightly, her eyes instantly turning red.

She pursed her lips and bit her lower lip hard to keep the tears at bay.

Han slapped her again.

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When Han saw her silent appearance, he became very agitated.

He climbed down from on top of her and glared fiercely at her. “If you are so capable,” he continued, “you can pose as a chaste girl for the rest of your life.”

He turned around angrily and slammed the door behind him after saying that.

After Han left, Leah was rendered immobile as a wave of humiliation washed over her from head to toe. She felt like she had been cast aside like a piece of rag.

An unspecified amount of time passed as she lay there huddled before she finally slowly collected herself and got out of bed.

Her eyes were lifeless and numb as she walked slowly and heavily to the bathroom to wash herself. She then climbed back into bed in a state of confusion and somehow managed to fall asleep.

Leah slept until ten o’clock the next morning.

She had spent so many days at the Howard residence, but Han had never once told her that he was going to help her in finding Charlie.

Leah looked in the mirror, took a handful of water, and splashed it on her face.

I must pluck up the courage and talk to Han about it today.

Leah went downstairs at ten o’clock in the morning and found the living room empty.

Except for one maid who was cleaning the living room. When she saw Leah approaching, she inquired, “Does Ms. White require breakfast?”

Leah shook her head, and asked, “Where’s Han?”

“Mr. Howard has left for the office,” the maid explained.

Leah nodded, stood up, and said, “I won’t be eating breakfast. I’m going to find Han.”

However, she was stopped in her tracks by the maid.

“Ms. White, Mr. Howard has instructed that you cannot go out,” the maid said, with an awkward expression on her face.

Leah arched her brows, studied the maid’s face, and realized what was happening.

That Han! He had her placed under house arrest!

“If you can’t let me out, that’s alright.” As Leah nodded, she made her way to the fixed phone in the living room, and added, “Then I will just call Han.”

As soon as she was done speaking, she reached for her phone, but when she picked it up, she discovered that the phone line had been cut.

Leah’s face darkened.

Han had placed her under house arrest and cut off all her contact with the outside world.

The criminal investigators had long confiscated her phone. She didn’t have any money on her and couldn’t leave Howard residence. She was like a beast imprisoned in a villa.

Leah was incensed.

What right did Han have to place her under house arrest?

She would certainly keep her word, since she had consented to his request.

At night, Leah sat in the living room and waited for Han to come back.

……

Han was exhausted today.

When he did anything, that old man Jackson always left himself a way out. He was sick of fighting Jackson.

He arrived back at the villa, feeling a little irritated for a while as he stared at the vacant and dark villa in front of him.

It seemed like a long time had passed since there had been any sign of life in the villa.

Han eventually stopped in front of the villa’s door after circling the garden and promenade.

He cast a broad glance at it, a smidgen of doubt in his eyes.

Why are the lights still on in the villa today?

Could it be…

Han wasn’t sure what to expect.

He pushed open the door and saw a thin figure huddled on the sofa.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Leah involuntarily raised her head and was met with Han’s deep eyes.

“Han, I have something to tell you,” Leah stood up, afraid he wouldn’t listen, and got right to the point.

Han frowned as he looked at her. “Speak.”

“You said you’d help me find Charlie. When are you going to keep your promise?” Leah questioned.

Han’s face darkened when he heard that.

He moved closer to her, looking at her with deep eyes, and asked, “You waited for me until now, just to tell me this?”

Leah was perplexed by his suddenly gloomy expression.

Han turned around and was about to go upstairs.

How could Leah possibly let him go? She had been waiting for him all day.

She reached out to grab Han’s sleeve and said, “Han, you need to be clear with me. Why have you placed me under house arrest? If you don’t feel like helping me, I can go on my own.”

Han frowned and brushed her hand away.

Nobody knew when both of them got on the stairwells, and Leah, who had gone up two steps, stumbled as he brushed her away, and unexpectedly fell backwards.

Leah’s face instantly turned pale.

Han instinctively wanted to reach out and grab her when he saw that.

However, there wasn’t time for that. Leah fell to the ground, but luckily both her hands cushioned the back of her head as she did so.

Her coat slid down, exposing her arms and waist.

Han glanced at her and frowned.

He observed her exposed skin, which was covered in bruises and looked as though she had been pinched all over.

He thought about what happened last night.

The servant claimed that he went to her room last night while appearing to be intoxicated. Shortly after entering her room, the servant claimed that he came out with a glum expression.

With that in mind, Han went downstairs and walked towards Leah.

Leah recoiled in horror as she looked at him.

His steps came to a halt, and he looked at her, surprised.

Was she afraid of him?

Han frowned and looked her in the eyes, solemnly.

Finally, he just said, “Wait for me in the living room at seven o’clock tomorrow morning,” and went upstairs to his room.

Leah stared at his tall back, and a smile spread across her face.

So, Han just promised?

She got up from the ground, smiling from ear to ear, and walked gingerly upstairs after he left.

Her entire body hurt from the fall, and her bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

However, she felt it was worth it.

Han had at least made a promise to her, didn’t he?

“Wait a second, Ms. White,” came the maid’s footsteps from behind.

She approached Leah, handed her a box of medicine, and whispered, “This is a medicine for injuries, and it is very effective.”

Leah looked at her in surprise and quickly thanked her.

The maid waved her hands repeatedly, wanting to say that it wasn’t her who gave it to Leah, but she stopped when she remembered Han’s words.