Begging For A Reconciliation

At that, Leah looked back at him in perplexity. “I wasn’t planning on committing suicide.”

However, Han did not believe that. With a chilly expression on his face, he roughly yanked her back to

the shore. “If so, why did you walk into the river?”

Argh! If I’d known that she was up to this, I wouldn’t have brought her here.

It was the veritable truth that Leah had no intention of dying. Unfortunately, she found it difficult to

explain it to the man.

After a lengthy silence, she answered vaguely, “I merely wanted to sober up for a bit.”

She wanted to wash her face and suppress her tears, for he was the only person she did not want

bearing witness to her crying.

Alas, she could not control her tears in the face of everything about Alfred.

Han said nothing further, but his massive hand remained clamped around her delicate wrist.

As Leah gazed at his handsome profile and recalled his actions earlier, she was inevitably moved.

She ventured, “Were you… worried just now?”

No sooner had she said that than regret swamped her.

Ugh! Why did I have to ask such a foolish question? Didn’t he say that I still owed him money, so I

couldn’t die yet?

Before he could respond, she immediately changed her tune in embarrassment. “No, I mean, you were

worried that I wouldn’t pay you back.”

It was pitch-dark by the riverside. Thanks to the illumination of the streetlights some distance away,

Han perceived the crimson spots staining her cheeks. In a flash, his mood took a turn for the better.

He merely chuckled softly without replying to her. Throughout it all, his gaze lingered on her fair face,

the desire within him gradually intensifying.

Like the finest wine in the world, his mellow laughter had Leah uncontrollably engrossed in it.

On the heels of that, she realized her gaffe. Hastily turning her eyes to the sparkling river surface, she

composed herself.

Oh God, I actually got hypnotized by his laughter. How ridiculous!

There were many things she wanted to say to Alfred, but she could only keep a lid on them since Han

was right beside her.

After deciding to come by herself next time, she took her leave from the man. “Thank you for bringing

me here. I’ll be leaving first tonight.”

Just when she had pivoted, Han pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

“I can’t wait for you to pay me back the money anymore, Leah…” His voice was hoarse, tinged with a

trace of an unknown emotion.

Forced to meet his unfathomable eyes, she felt as though they were drawing her in entirely.

His temperature that was running increasingly higher flustered her, and she struggled to break free

from his embrace. “I’ll figure out a way to raise the money for you first tomorrow. You—"

Before she had finished speaking, Han captured her lips.

The next day, Leah dragged her weary self to the office. As soon as she sat down, she couldn’t help

remembering Han’s kiss.

She bit her lip with a conflicted look on her face, still unable to digest the fact that such was the interest

mentioned by the latter.

“Good morning, Sarah! Have you seen the news?” Serena’s thrilled voice rang out.

Jolted out of her thoughts, Leah asked in puzzlement, “What news?”

While speaking, she took her phone out.

At once, she was greeted by the sight of a hashtag on the trending searches that read, “Dream

Designs is phenomenal.”

The eye-catching title instantly took her aback. “Why are we on the trending searches again?”

Tapping on the news article and reading it in detail, she found out that it had to do with a promotional

post about Donald’s collaboration with her, attached with a picture of the finished design.

Under Donald’s manipulations, Dream Designs’ design drawings were soon presented to the public

and received great acclaim.

One of the commenters wrote, “Does such a design truly exist? Where’s the link? I want to place a

commission!”

Another replied, “Don’t fight with me. I heard that the owner of the studio is a beauty! I want her!”

Leah and Serena were reading the comments together when a commotion sounded at the door.

“Here’s the studio! This is great! We’ve finally found it!” The raucous discussion drew increasingly

nearer.

Leah froze imperceptibly. “They’ve come knocking on our door so quickly?”

Although it was a good thing to have commissions, she found it challenging to handle such a large-

scale surge.

For the entire day, Leah and Serena were both so busy that they did not even have time to eat,

occupied with receiving clients.

Only when evening fell did the constant stream of people gradually taper.

After seeing the last client off, Leah slumped on the chair wearily. “It’s over at long last.”

Serena happily presented the commissioning form in front of Leah with excitement etched across her

features. “There’s already a one-month waiting list for our commissions!”

Even then, Leah felt as though she was dreaming.

Staring at the clients’ commissioning forms blankly, she mumbled, “Is this for real?”’

Do I really have such luck to encounter a windfall? And is Donald truly sincere about repaying the debt

of gratitude he owes me?

Just as she was mulling it over, she received a call from Donald.

“Have you seen the promotional post I published for you, Ms. White? I think a talent like you shouldn’t

be buried and can’t stand the thought of your studio having no commissions, so I arbitrarily bought a

spot on the trending searches for you. I hope you don’t mind!”

Leah was silent briefly before she thanked him. “Of course not. Thank you.”

Thanks to his promotional post, I’ll be able to repay Han earlier!

Just when she thought that things would continue developing positively, another post about her shot to

the top of the trending searches that very night itself.

It read, “The owner of Dream Designs has a promiscuous private life, meeting multiple mans a night!”

Beneath the post, a commenter wrote, “Whoa! What have I just seen? That was a total eyesore! I didn’t

expect such a thing to still exist in this age!”