Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 79

Leah opened the door to the room, poked her head out, and discovered that it was completely silent outside.

She raised her eyes and looked around the living room, but no one was there.

After letting out a sigh of relief, Leah cautiously made her way downstairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen.

There was a large refrigerator in the kitchen, and it held a lot of items. Leah gently opened the refrigerator door and took a can of milk from it.

She wasn’t a big eater; a can of milk was all she needed.

Within a minute of heating the milk in the microwave, she was in a daze, as she pondered on how to address Han.

She was too preoccupied with her thoughts to notice someone slowly approaching her from behind.

By the time she reacted, someone had covered her mouth and pressed her against the dead corner between the refrigerator and cabinet.

Leah’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Han, who had appeared unexpectedly behind her. She wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

She blinked, looking at him suspiciously.

Han pressed up against her and wedged her between the corner and his chest. His deep eyes seemed to suck her in as he lowered his gaze.

“Leah, did you do this on purpose?” he asked in a sarcastic tone as he cast a condescending glance her way.

Leah stared at him in puzzlement, not understanding what he was trying to say.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay in the room and not come out? You came out on purpose. Do you want Molly to find you?” Han looked at her, sizing her up.

“I came out to warm up a glass of milk because I was hungry,” Leah said, her face changing as she brushed Han’s hand away.

After she finished speaking, she pointed to the microwave over there.

The microwave made a “beep” sound, indicating that the milk was all warmed up.

Han glanced at it, and grimaced.

So, he had misapprehended?

Outside, there was a sound of footsteps, followed by Molly’s voice, “Han, where are you?”

Leah’s expression changed.

It was imperative that Molly not learn of her presence.

That was the first thought that came to mind for her.

Leah unintentionally grabbed Han’s shirt and pulled him closer to her to conceal her figure.

She winked at Han.

Han understood what she meant. He chuckled and got close to her ear, “Afraid?”

Leah’s body shook, and her ears turned slightly red.

“Beg me,” said Han.

Leah bit her lip as she noticed Molly’s footsteps getting closer, and the hand pulling at the front of his shirt trembled slightly.

She was aware that Han was humiliating her, but she didn’t have a choice.

“Han, I beg you,” Leah said quietly under her breath, her eyes turning slightly red.

Han looked at Leah, who was close by. Her partially closed eyes were slightly red, her cheeks crimson, and she looked pitiful.

A strange sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

“Han? Where have you gone? That’s strange. Where has he gone? I thought you said come down and get something?” Molly paced around the living room.

“I’m in the kitchen.” Han said as he turned to face Molly.

“What are you doing in the kitchen?” Molly asked as she stopped in her tracks. Then she turned and started walking towards the kitchen.

“There’s no need for you to come here,” said Han as he let go of Leah and turned around to retrieve the milk from the microwave. “I warmed up a bottle of milk.”

Leah stared at him, silently screaming in her heart.

That’s my milk!

“Let’s go out for dinner tonight,” Han said as he walked out of the kitchen and placed the milk on the table in the living room.

For a brief moment, Molly was perplexed and asked, “Earlier, didn’t you just say eat at home?”

Han scowled and appeared to be getting impatient as he said, “I changed my mind. I suddenly want to eat out. Let’s go.”

“Huh? Okay, then.” Molly could only submissively hold the bag and left the villa with Han.

Leah pursed her lips and stood for about ten minutes in the kitchen. She moved her achy neck when she realized there was finally no sound coming from outside.

She stepped casually out of the kitchen and immediately noticed the milk on the table.

For a brief moment, Leah was stunned. Then she walked over to get the milk, which was still warm when she touched it.

Her emotions became quite complicated.

……

The servant cooked for Leah at six o’clock in the evening. She returned to her room after she had finished her meal and promptly fell asleep.

Leah was awakened from her deep sleep by the sound of a rap on the door.

Yes, it wasn’t a knock on the door. It was a rap on the door.

Leah jolted awake. She sat up in bed, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the clock on the wall.

It was a quarter to midnight.

Who else could have rapped on her door at this hour besides Han?

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Leah was in pain and frowned slightly before taking a deep breath and saying, “Han…”

A strong smell of alcohol washed over her.

Han had consumed alcohol, and quite a lot of it. His eyes were slightly red at this point. He had a dazed look in his eyes and showed no sign of sobriety.

“You’re hurting me,” Leah protested.

Having heard that, Han sneered and kicked the door shut, pressing Leah up against the wall.

He sneered, “It hurts? You’re still aware that it hurts? I thought you were heartless, Leah.”

Leah frowned, not understanding what he was saying.

Who is he calling heartless?

Isn’t he the one who has been torturing her all this time?

He gripped her shoulders so tightly that it felt as if his life depended on it.

“Do you realize that every time I see you, I think of him? I can’t get the image of him struggling in the water out of my head. You can imagine how helpless he must have felt. Have you ever had the slightest regret about what you did?” Han said, word for word.

Leah looked at him.

His expression was one of pain and misery, and his strength was astounding, as if he wanted to use all of his might against her.

However, she remembered nothing.

“Sorry, I don’t remember anything. I don’t know, I…” Leah took a deep breath and said softly.

“How come it has to be you?” Han’s vision was cloudy, and his mind was foggy.

He clenched his teeth and gripped her shoulders, “Why is it you? Why? Why does it have to be you?”

He kept repeating those words.

Leah was in pain from his grip, and she wished she could break free.

However, Han thought she was trying to get away from him. His eyes suddenly froze, as if they were covered in frost. “Where do you think of escaping to this time?”

Leah wanted to explain, but she suddenly felt lighter in her body.

Han had picked her up and thrown her on the bed.

Leah could only feel the crushing weight of him on her as she felt faint and lightheaded. All Leah could smell as she breathed was the smell of alcohol on his body.

Han leaned down.

His movements were not gentle at all, and his grip on Leah was causing her pain all over her body.

Leah cried as she struggled, “No, Han, don’t be like this…”