Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 267

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.

When 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 Serena 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. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

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.