Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 398

Chapter 398 Give Him Time

Leah's medical reports were out. She was down with the common flu.

The medical personnel set up a ward for her. "Ms. White is…down with a cold, Mr. Hendrick. She'll be fine after an IV drip. There's nothing to worry about."

It was the first time they had met Hendrick in person, which left them a stuttering mess.

Han frowned and waved the doctor off. He sat down by Leah's bed to watch her.

Her face was as pale as a sheet with her beauty marred by fatigue and discomfort.

The lights in the ward were far too harsh, leading to him switching them off in favor of the night light by the bed.

"Rest well, Leah." He gently caressed her face. The dark circles under her eyes worried him.

She got hurt so easily and even got herself kidnapped the moment he turned away.

He changed out the fever reducer patch when he received a text.

"We found the source of a large number of counterfeit products that have been circulating in the market recently. It was Donald Harper! He manufactured a counterfeit of one of the Kendrick Group's products that seriously damaged the interests of the company. Should we collect the evidence and hand him over to the police?"

Han's grip on his phone tightened as he frowned at the sleeping Leah.

It was Donald.

How was she going to react if he ended up in prison?

He suddenly remembered the text message Donald had sent to her that night.

He answered, "Don't interfere. Let the police look into it themselves. Go teach him a lesson and secret so he doesn't do it again."

He put his phone away and finally removed his mask to reveal his handsome countenance.

He looked at Leah and said, "For your sake, I'll allow Donald to walk free for now."

If he continues with his illegal and criminal activities and ends up dragging both you and Carlotta down, I'll deal with him myself even if the cops don't!

The following morning.

Dark clouds loomed over the sky. The cold, dry autumn breeze took away the last vibrancy of the city's plants.

Leah awoke baffled by the sight of dead leaves hanging onto bare branches.

I'm in the hospital?

She was at a loss as to how she ended up here.

"Mommy! Why do you keep getting sick?" Carlotta's voice rang out.

Han had Carlotta with him, leaving her shocked.

How is he here?

She was with Hendrick yesterday. Where was he?

"Sorry, Carlotta. Mommy caught a cold. I'm fine now." Leah forced a laugh.

She could feel a pressure weighing her down with Han in the same room.

Carlotta ran up to her bed on stubby legs and tugged on her mother's hand. "The doctor says you're okay to leave the hospital now. Let's go home after we get breakfast."

Han set down the food he had got onto the table. "What an idiot. You keep making a fool of yourself."

His reprimands put her in an even worse mood. She got out of bed. "I need to go to work…" Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

She suddenly turned to give the man a complicated expression. "You should know Hendrick wants me to represent the White Group."

Han took a seat by the bed. "I do."

His indifference only confused her even more.

Why is he being so tolerant of Hendrick? Is he afraid of what he can do?

No, that's not possible.

After washing up, she held her daughter and said, "Mommy still has work to do. I can't join you for breakfast today. I'll take you home now, okay?"

Carlotta sounded lost. "Huh? But Daddy made breakfast for you. Mommy should eat some before leaving."

That got her to turn her attention back to the indifferent Han. "You made these?"

Her heartbeats began to pound at irregular intervals.

"Carlotta asked me to prepare it."

The little girl happily explained it all. "I watched TV, Mommy. Daddies and Mommies have to make each other food when someone ends up in the hospital!"

"Come on, Mommy! Eat, eat!"

Perhaps it was the girl's enthusiasm that drew her in to sit back down.

It would be disrespectful if she tried to leave again. She had no choice but to bite the bullet. "Thank you…"

The aroma of cut fruit and oatmeal hit her nose the moment she opened the container. The sweet and refreshing scent was whetting her appetite.

She served herself a bowl but deliberately picked out the berries mixed into the oatmeal.

Han, of course, noticed her picking at her food. "Hand it over."

He plopped a serving of fruit into her bowl.

"I don't need those. Just the oatmeal is fine…" Her face scrunched up as she tried to negotiate for a middle ground.

She was not fond of the way blueberries coated her throat.

Han spoke sarcastically, "An adult being this picky? It's no wonder you're sick all the time."

Carlotta agreed. "Yeah! You can't be picky, Mommy. Daddy worked hard on it. It's good for you so eat up!"

Leah had no choice but to compromise with two people breathing down her throat. "Alright. Give it to me…"

The child was becoming more and more attached to Han.

She wanted to take her bowl back only for Han to dodge her attempts.

He gave her a cold look, scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal, and brought it to her: "Open up."

His deep voice brought a shudder down her spine.

She twitched. "No need. I can do it myself."

They were just playing up their relationship. There was no reason for him to go this far for Carlotta.

Han wasn't going to force her with how resistant she was being. He simply shoved the spoon into his mouth and leaned in to kiss her.

The lack of distance between them had her heart beating out of control. Her eyes widened in shock as she tried to push him away.

Is he crazy? He's doing this right in front of Carlotta!

There was nowhere for her to escape with his grip firmly on her. He deepened the kiss.

She was forced to swallow the mouthful of oatmeal. The lack of air had her cheeks stained red.

Carlotta clapped excitedly and was taking photos with her phone.

"Yay! I get to collect photos of Mommy and Daddy showing love to each other!"