Begging For A Reconciliation

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Chapter 239 Like Strangers

Leah tried to suppress her suspicion. If Ron was fully awake now, there would be no one capable of

hurting him anymore.

She would not need to appear in front of him anymore.

“Let’s not bother him anymore, Serena.”

In the Ford family mansion, Shawn was seated on a sofa, and he was listening to his underling

reporting to him with a cold expression on his face

“Seems like Jackson has one hell of a gut.”

Ever since Han reported Jackson, he had been on the run.

However, Shawn would never guess it was all an act on Jackson’s part. He did not actually leave

Linkville. He had been hiding himself all along in a safe house that he had meticulously prepared

beforehand.

If his men did not coincidentally discover him, he would really have the impression that Jackson had left

Linkville.

Shawn narrowed his eyes as he ordered, “No matter the means, bring him back.”

Jackson had pushed him to lock horns with Han previously, so now he wanted to bring Jackson back

and engage him in a fight with Han.

After getting his order, Shawn’s underling sped out of the mansion without looking back.

In the CEO’s office, Ben was standing earnestly on one side. He was reporting to Han his schedule for

the upcoming week.

“There’s going to be a jewelry auction in the International Hotel tonight, you need to…”

“Where’s the invitation card?”

When Han heard that a jewelry auction was imminent, he first thought of Leah.

She would be interested in such an auction.

Ben froze a little but he quickly assumed that Han was talking about the invitation card for the jewelry

auction.

He produced an invitation card from his business bag and placed it on the desk.

In the past, invitations to events such as these would be processed by the secretarial department. Han

had no time to dabble in such events normally.

However, something piqued his interest today. Was it because of Leah?

Ben stole a glance at Han as such questions continued to peg at him. However, he was not someone

who would pry into his boss’ privacy.

The next moment, Han’s cold voice sounded again, “Go to Lavish Dress and pick a loose-fitting

evening dress and send it to Rose Bay.”

“Roger, Mr. Howard.”

Ben left the office and immediately visited Lavish Dress.

Leah was watering the flowers in the courtyard. Han did not allow her to go out as she wished. She

was like a bird trapped in a birdcage.

A ringing sound blared through the air, and Leah checked the display of her phone. After some

hesitation, she picked up the call.

“There’s a jewelry auction going on tonight. Are you interested?”

“No.”

Leah rejected his invitation without even thinking.

“No.”

Leah rejected his invitation without even thinking.

Back in Melville, she used to join countless auctions, and she had seen countless treasures and

ancient precious gems too. She no longer had any interest in any puny auction that was held in the

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country.

Han’s tempting voice came from the other end, “Lauren’s work will be on display.”

The Howard Group dabbled in jewelry design from time to time, so he had knowledge of this field. He

knew that Lauren was that designer every other designer had strived to be, and he was also Leah’s

idol.

“I have asked Ben to send you your dress. I’m coming to pick you up at five.”

“Got it.”

At five, Han was punctual in arriving at the villa. Leah had changed into her dress by that time.

Leah allowed her hair to sprawl behind her, and she wore a dress that revealed a pale skin and

flawless shoulders. Her dress hugged her figure quite nicely.

“Let’s go.”

Leah was confused at Han whose feet seemed to glue to the ground.

The two of them soon arrived at the International Hotel. They did not talk to each other along the way.

The moment Han appeared with Leah, he became the center of attention. Everyone was murmuring

amongst themselves, wondering why the missus of the White family had appeared with Han.

However, the gossip of those people stayed as gossip. Nobody dared to go to them and pop the

question.

“It’s really rare for you to make an appearance in such an event, Mr. Howard.”

There were already people courting to Han. They were coming with glasses of wine in their hands.

It was no secret that Han did not fancy such a social event.

“It seems that a fierce competitor has appeared today.”

In terms of financial prowess, not one of the attendees could match up to Han.

“I hope in earnest that you will go easy on us if we happen to set sights on the same thing, Mr.

Howard.”

People had started to accumulate around him, and they were exchanging conversations amongst

themselves.

Han simply said, “Just do what is within your means.”

In the middle of the stage, the host was holding a microphone, “Everyone, settle down. Our auction is

about to begin.”

Han led Lead to the first row and they both took their seats.

He inched closer to her and said, “If you have anything you want, just call for it.”

Leah was sitting upright. She wanted to put as much distance as possible between them.

She would never come here if it was not for the chance to see Lauren’s work for herself.

Something glinted in Leah’s eyes, “Don’t worry, I will not think too hard when I’m spending your money.”

Han had too much money for his own good. Even if she was able to buy everything that was on auction

today, he would still have a lot more left.

The host came onto the stage with the first piece. After some introduction, he began to set the price.

Han asked Leah as he checked out the jewelry on stage, “Do you fancy that?”

“Not really.”

Although the jewelry on stage was exquisite, it did not appear to be functional. Moreover, this pearl

necklace would only be worth its value if it was made from more than fifty grams of pearls.

Despite that, the first piece soon got its buyer.

The host continued to introduce the other pieces, which did not garner Leah’s interest. She felt a little

sleepy as the host droned on.

She got up and announced, “I’m going to the washroom.”

Han held her hand and suggested, “Do you want me to go with you?”

Leah frowned at how clingy he was. Why did he never notice that Han had this side to him? Or could it

be that he was afraid that she would run away?

When she thought of that possibility, Leah calmed down and retracted her arm.

“I am going to the female washroom. You don’t need to come.”

Leah was about to set off, but something caught her eye. A familiar figure.

Why was he here?”

Leah immediately broke into a run as she ran toward the outer hall of the venue.

She shouted at the figure, “Ron.”

Ron stopped a little, which allowed Leah to catch up to him.

“Aren’t you in the hospital?”

Ron had suffered a grave injury. How could you be out of the hospital so soon?

“Does this have anything to do with you, Ms. White?” Ron stared at Leah without any emotion.

“Did you recover well?”

Ron gazed at this face that he had longed for, and he could only feel funny at such a moment. It was

his fault that he was not able to discern the good from the bad.

Leah was no different from any other woman.

Since that was the case, he did not need to stand in ceremony and act familiar.

Ron’s voice lowered and he had an extremely cold expression, “You shouldn't be showing concern to

me, Ms. White. You won’t have anything to do with me anymore from now on. Ever since you left the

hospital, we are strangers from that moment on, understand?”

Leah felt a little helpless when she heard that. She wanted to explain herself, but she did not know

where to begin.

She clutched her dress and looked up at Ron.

However, Ron bellowed, “Don’t look at me with that fake pretense. You’re disgusting.”

Hon hod too much money for his own good. Even if she wos oble to buy everything thot wos on ouction

todoy, he would still hove o lot more left.

The host come onto the stoge with the first piece. After some introduction, he begon to set the price.

Hon osked Leoh os he checked out the jewelry on stoge, “Do you foncy thot?”

“Not reolly.”

Although the jewelry on stoge wos exquisite, it did not oppeor to be functionol. Moreover, this peorl

neckloce would only be worth its volue if it wos mode from more thon fifty groms of peorls.

Despite thot, the first piece soon got its buyer.

The host continued to introduce the other pieces, which did not gorner Leoh’s interest. She felt o little

sleepy os the host droned on.

She got up ond onnounced, “I’m going to the woshroom.”

Hon held her hond ond suggested, “Do you wont me to go with you?”

Leoh frowned ot how clingy he wos. Why did he never notice thot Hon hod this side to him? Or could it

be thot he wos ofroid thot she would run owoy?

When she thought of thot possibility, Leoh colmed down ond retrocted her orm.

“I om going to the femole woshroom. You don’t need to come.”

Leoh wos obout to set off, but something cought her eye. A fomilior figure.

Why wos he here?”

Leoh immediotely broke into o run os she ron toword the outer holl of the venue.

She shouted ot the figure, “Ron.”

Ron stopped o little, which ollowed Leoh to cotch up to him.

“Aren’t you in the hospitol?”

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Ron hod suffered o grove injury. How could you be out of the hospitol so soon?

“Does this hove onything to do with you, Ms. White?” Ron stored ot Leoh without ony emotion.

“Did you recover well?”

Ron gozed ot this foce thot he hod longed for, ond he could only feel funny ot such o moment. It wos

his foult thot he wos not oble to discern the good from the bod.

Leoh wos no different from ony other womon.

Since thot wos the cose, he did not need to stond in ceremony ond oct fomilior.

Ron’s voice lowered ond he hod on extremely cold expression, “You shouldn't be showing concern to

me, Ms. White. You won’t hove onything to do with me onymore from now on. Ever since you left the

hospitol, we ore strongers from thot moment on, understond?”

Leoh felt o little helpless when she heord thot. She wonted to exploin herself, but she did not know

where to begin.

She clutched her dress ond looked up ot Ron.

However, Ron bellowed, “Don’t look ot me with thot foke pretense. You’re disgusting.”

Han had too much monay for his own good. Evan if sha was abla to buy avarything that was on auction

today, ha would still hava a lot mora laft.

Tha host cama onto tha staga with tha first piaca. Aftar soma introduction, ha bagan to sat tha prica.

Han askad Laah as ha chackad out tha jawalry on staga, “Do you fancy that?”

“Not raally.”

Although tha jawalry on staga was axquisita, it did not appaar to ba functional. Moraovar, this paarl

nacklaca would only ba worth its valua if it was mada from mora than fifty grams of paarls.

Daspita that, tha first piaca soon got its buyar.

Tha host continuad to introduca tha othar piacas, which did not garnar Laah’s intarast. Sha falt a littla

slaapy as tha host dronad on.

Sha got up and announcad, “I’m going to tha washroom.”

Han hald har hand and suggastad, “Do you want ma to go with you?”

Laah frownad at how clingy ha was. Why did ha navar notica that Han had this sida to him? Or could it

ba that ha was afraid that sha would run away?

Whan sha thought of that possibility, Laah calmad down and ratractad har arm.

“I am going to tha famala washroom. You don’t naad to coma.”

Laah was about to sat off, but somathing caught har aya. A familiar figura.

Why was ha hara?”

Laah immadiataly broka into a run as sha ran toward tha outar hall of tha vanua.

Sha shoutad at tha figura, “Ron.”

Ron stoppad a littla, which allowad Laah to catch up to him.

“Aran’t you in tha hospital?”

Ron had suffarad a grava injury. How could you ba out of tha hospital so soon?

“Doas this hava anything to do with you, Ms. Whita?” Ron starad at Laah without any amotion.

“Did you racovar wall?”

Ron gazad at this faca that ha had longad for, and ha could only faal funny at such a momant. It was

his fault that ha was not abla to discarn tha good from tha bad.

Laah was no diffarant from any othar woman.

Sinca that was tha casa, ha did not naad to stand in caramony and act familiar.

Ron’s voica lowarad and ha had an axtramaly cold axprassion, “You shouldn't ba showing concarn to

ma, Ms. Whita. You won’t hava anything to do with ma anymora from now on. Evar sinca you laft tha

hospital, wa ara strangars from that momant on, undarstand?”

Laah falt a littla halplass whan sha haard that. Sha wantad to axplain harsalf, but sha did not know

whara to bagin.

Sha clutchad har drass and lookad up at Ron.

Howavar, Ron ballowad, “Don’t look at ma with that faka pratansa. You’ra disgusting.”

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