Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 278

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Shawn stopped her. "Enough. You'll wear this one."

Relief flooded over Leah. She could finally stop.

He ordered her in a cold voice. "Wash up. I'll be waiting."

An ink-blue Bugatti pulled up outside Chalcedony Palace. Shawn acted the part of a proper gentleman

and offered Leah a hand out of the vehicle.

She bit her lip but took the offered hand nonetheless.

The two attracted a lot of attention the moment they set foot at the party.

Everyone was discussing who the woman by his side was.

Han, who was still at the apartment, also received the news.

Leah and Shawn made their appearance at the party taking place at Chalcedony Palace.

There was an unconcealable hostility clear on his visage. "Take me to Chalcedony Palace."

He found countless excuses to comfort himself ever since she had left him.

He had thought of marching up the Ford villa, but that idea was quashed before he could even

entertain it. He was currently nothing to Shawn.

Alfred seemed lost on what to say. His words of consolation died in his throat.

It was better to not say a thing and escort Han as per his orders.

Back at the party, Leah was obediently trailing behind Shawn. Many recognized her, but none of them

said hello.

He wrapped his arm around her slender waist. "What's wrong? Not enjoying the party?"

He frowned. Wasn't she pregnant? Why was her waist still so thin?

Her answer was quick. "It's nothing."

She was afraid she would suffer his ire if she were slow to respond.

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What was most important was for her to keep him happy. He was the boss after all.

"Really?" Sarcasm was clear in his words. "Why aren't you smiling then? You look like you came from a

funeral home."

Leah didn't quite know what kind of expression she was wearing.

She gave it some thought before answering, "I don't really like smiling."

Shawn was silent but the grip on her waist tightened.

You don't like smiling?

She knows how to make things up. She didn't act this way back when I was playing dumb.

He also had no interest in the party and planned to leave after showing her off to the crowd.

The two stood by the entrance waiting for the chauffeur to arrive when a cold breeze started to blow.

She couldn't help but shrink at the chill.

The weather in Linkville could change on a dime. A clear and sunny day in the afternoon but cold and

windy when evening came.

Shawn took off his blazer and covered her shoulders with it.

She stared at him in surprise and was interrupted before she could utter a word of protest.

"It's not good for the baby if you catch a cold."

After giving it some thought, she wrapped the garment around herself tighter.

He was right. She couldn't allow the unborn child to suffer alongside her.

A car rolled up in front of the two. He was just about to leave when he caught sight of a figure a

distance away at the corner of his eye.

It was Han.

Shawn smirked. To think he'd show up here. How interesting.

He reached out to grab Leah by the shoulders to whisper huskily into her ear. "Han hasn't let you go

yet."

She shivered and followed Shawn's gaze.

Their eyes met until she sheepishly looked away.

She didn't think Han would come for her.

Shawn sounded cold as he spoke, "Him being here makes me very very unhappy."

Before Leah could react, Shawn was already closing the distance with his arms around her. "Come.

Let's go say hello."

Her legs were as heavy as lead and her heart was screaming at her to stop but her body continued to

march to Shawn's tune.

Her voice was hoarse as she finally spoke, "Do you really have to do this?"

Shawn simply smirked at her.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Howard. I didn't think I would run into you here."

Shawn greeted Han.

Leah was adamant about keeping her head down.

Han's attention was solely on Leah. He was waiting for her to give him an explanation.

It was as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed deep in her throat. She couldn't utter a word of

explanation. She didn't even dare to escape from the hold Shawn had over her.

Shawn turned to her and smiled. "Why aren't you saying hello to Mr. Howard?"

The smile did not reach his eyes. The expression seemed more like a threat than anything.

Leah could only numbly utter, "Hello, Mr. Howard."

Han stared at her, frowning, "Why didn't you say goodbye?"

He wanted to hear her explanation.

He was more than ready to sweep her off her feet if she said she didn't mean for any of this and that

she was being threatened.

Seeing Leah frozen in place, Shawn grabbed her wrist. "Mr. Howard is asking you a question."

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The pain in her heart swept through her like a tidal wave.

She began to speak with great difficulty. "You're a crippled man. How can you compare to Shawn? I'm

striving to progress forward. This is me choosing a life that is better for me."

Leah had her fists clenched behind her as she spoke the scathing words. Her nails dug into her palm.

It hurt but how could that pain compare to the one coursing through her heart?

She didn't want to hurt Han but if she didn't do this, Shawn would never let him go.

She resisted the urge to cry and shrank into Shawn's arms. "Let's go. It's cold out here."

Shawn guffawed, hugged her and left for their ride.

It wasn't until the Bugatti disappeared from Han's sight that he came to.

Han scoffed as his eyes scanned the wheelchair he was in. He turned out to be nothing but a cripple in

her eyes.

What right did she have to rid herself of her own burdens?

Alfred couldn't bear to see Han so lost. "The wind is picking up, Mr. Howard. We should head back."

Han pretended not to hear a word.

Back in the car, Leah's tears finally started to fall uncontrollably. Not wanting to upset Shawn, she

hurried to wipe the tears off her face.

Shawn helpfully wiped her tear-stained cheeks with his handkerchief.

She avoided him, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Are you happy now?!"

This was what Shawn hoped to see.

He felt irritated by the sight of her swollen eyes.

"What's there to cry about?"

Leah couldn't help but roll her eyes. A man like Shawn would never know what love was.

He asked in a cold voice, "Can't bear to let him go?"

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