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Chapter 267 Auction
For the past few days, this was the longest sentence that Han had said to her.
Leah smiled in response. "I will cook for you every day from now on."
As long as he does not mind.
After she said that, she caught a glimpse of Han's cheek. Seeing that he did not look disgusted, she
breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness he did not find her burdensome.
Han's thin lips parted. "I'm sorry for being so selfish these past few days. I didn't consider your feelings
at all."
He had only thought about his pain and completely disregarded Leah. She must have been sad too.
Leah clenched the chopsticks in her hand, her fingertips turning white. She did not understand why
Han suddenly said these things.
Does he feel like I am burdening him again? Does he have other plans?
After a few seconds, she finally said, "I don't feel burdened. I want you to stay by my side and not let
me leave you."
Han approached her and gently stroked her cheek, his usually cold gaze turning warm.
"Okay, I promise you," he said.
Leah was overjoyed and hugged Han tightly. She was glad that he was able to come to his senses.
The first rays of sunlight shone on Leah's face, causing her to squint and raise her hand to shield her
eyes. After a quick morning routine and preparing breakfast for Han, Leah went to Serena's house to
ask for a favor.
She wanted Serena's help with something.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen Serena heard the doorbell, she rubbed her temples and reluctantly got up to answer the door.
When she saw it was Leah, she could not believe it and pinched her cheeks to ensure she was not
dreaming.
Leah patted Serena's hand away. "Are you surprised to see me?" she asked, placing the breakfast she
had bought on the table.
When Serena first became aware of herself, she did not have the habit of eating breakfast. She always
told her what would happen if she did not eat breakfast and made her eat breakfast, so she got into the
habit of eating breakfast.
"Yes. Your mood seems to be good today."
Serena keenly noticed the change in Leah's mood. Leah looked lifeless and lost in the past few days,
but today she was emitting a radiant aura.
She probably also guessed that besides Han, no one else could make Leah happy.
"Is there any progress in his illness?"
Leah shook her head. "He seems to have a change this time. He is willing to talk to me and even
praised my cooking."
Recalling this morning, a smile unconsciously appeared on her face.
Serena shook her head helplessly. Indeed, women in love had no wisdom. Just a few words could
make them feel better.
"A man's words are as unreliable as a ghost, be careful not to fall for it," she warned.
Leah corrected her solemnly, "He is not that kind of person."
Han was indifferent and not patient enough to lie or say things he disliked or could not accept, just like
he truly disliked himself before, without any taboo.
"Okay, okay, I don't want to hear it," Serena said, picking up the hot soy milk on the table and taking a
sip before lazily lying on the sofa.
"So, what brings you here today? Do you need my help with something?"
Leah took the design drafts from her portfolio and handed them to Serena. "Can you help me sell
these?"
These were her cherished design drafts, which she liked very much. But for the sake of survival, she
had no choice.
She did not have much money left now, and she and Han still needed to live. The upcoming medical
expenses were also expensive; her only valuable possessions were these design drafts.
Serena looked at the design drafts, and her expression changed drastically.
"Cindy, are you crazy?" Same as a designer, she knew how important these design drafts were to
Leah.
But now, for the sake of Han, she was willing to sell them, which showed that this man was more
important to her than the design drafts in her heart.
Without thinking, Serena refused. "I can't do this. You do it yourself."
She could not bear to see Leah sell her cherished possessions.
"If you need money, just tell me." Serena picked up her phone.
Although Leah was short on money, she had money. Even though Serena spent a lot of money, she
saved up a lot over the years thanks to her expensive design fees.
Leah quickly snatched the phone from Serena's hand, her face turning slightly sour as she retorted,
"Why do I need your charity when I have my own hands and feet? You came to work in Linkville, not to
do charity. I don't need your money. If you consider me a friend, help me sell the design drafts. Find a
good buyer for me. It's better than leaving them to gather dust here."
Shawn had already banned her, and Leah probably could not sell them alone. It was better to let
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSerena help.
Reluctantly, Serena accepted the design drafts.
"Women are trouble."
Listening to her complaints, Leah did not feel the slightest annoyance.
In her heart, Leah knew that Serena was only concerned about herself.
"Well, we can just repurchase it when we have money," Leah caressed her file folder, hoping there
would be a day when she could redeem her design.
"By the way, do you know where the most crowded park is?"
"Times Square? What's up?" Serena looked at Leah curiously. Isn't she always the one who disliked
crowds the most?
After Leah left, Serena hung her design under the auction house in her name.
Soon, both Ian and Shawn received the news.
"Buy the design no matter how much it costs," Shawn squinted his eyes and swirled the red wine in his
glass. He did not expect Leah to be so infatuated. He did not know if Han was worth it.
On the other side, in the Sanders residence, Ian confirmed the time of the auction and decided to go
and buy back the design personally.
Perhaps this was the last thing he could do for Leah.
He dressed in a suit and headed downstairs. His spirits lifted.
Sasha noticed and immediately put down her spatula and followed him out.
"Ian, where are you going? It's very windy outside."
Although Ian had been cooperating actively with his treatment, the illness did not let him go. His
condition had become even more serious. In just one month, he lost more than ten pounds, looking
tired and lacking energy.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Ian looked at Sasha, and frowned.
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