Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 243

Chapter 243 Warning

Leah knew that Han hated anyone watching videos on the phone when eating. But she placed her cell phone on the table, picked up the spoon, and started her lunch tastefully.

“Do you mind behaving while eating?” Han proceeded to switch off her cell phone.

”There isn’t a conflict between eating and watching the video; one is by the mouth while the other uses eyes.” Leah moved forward to get back her cell phone.

Han reached out and grabbed Leah into his arms, lifted the spoon, and said in a husky voice, “If you’re not behaving, let me feed you then.”

The scented fragrant overflowed at the tip of Leah’s nose, she pushed away Han, but her effort was in vain.

“People will be watching us.” Leah blushed in excitement.

If the people found the vague pose of herself with Han at the office, that was something difficult to come up with clean-handed.

“What’s a big deal?” Han raised his brows slightly.

Upon hearing that, Leah took a deep breath, for this man was far from speaking unreasonably.

“Let me off, and I promise I’ll mind my manner in eating .”

Han reluctantly let her go after quite a while and said in a hoarse voice, "Behave yourself."

Leah then pulled her seat to create a distance between them calmly.

In the afternoon, Leah dared to watch videos to her heart's content, fearing that Han would suddenly hug her again. Then she sat quietly in her seat and studied the design idea.

Molly caught onto how much the duo were in sync with one another.

“You’re a b*tch!”

“You’re a b*tch!”

While Molly was cursing, she threw all things available in the bathroom until they messed up, and later she sat down aside powerlessly.

Her eyes were red when she thought that Han, who feared her father, would not have done it previously even if he had changed his heart. But, no one could have restricted him now, as he had lost himself to his own mind.

“Mommy.” Charlotte held in the hands of the nanny, and she stood outside the bathroom, doubting whether to enter the bathroom or leave the bathroom.

Tears still clung to his tender cheeks, and he was frightened through his crystal clear gaze, as a child tends to show an undisguised expression. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

At the time, a caracal-color-looking in Molly’s face scolded the nanny in a fury. “Who allows you to bring him up here?”

“Charlotte is crying for mommy, and I failed to coax her.” The nanny had Charlotte tight in her arms, not allowing him to go down.

Subsequently, The nanny lowered her head to the ground as she dared to meet Molly’s eye.

Molly, an uneasy-goer usually, was hard to be attended to. She grew harsher when frustrated that she would scold, beat up, or even kick her out of the Ford family.

“I’m sorry, Madam. I’ll bring Charlotte out.” The nanny apologized in a shaky voice, not before Molly started to speak.

At this time, Molly seemed to calm down and said, "Put her down."

Charlotte stood at the door, her hand held tremblingly to the doorframe. Molly patiently approached the door, leaned down, and hugged her.

“Charlotte, are you afraid of mommy?”

In the past, Molly would suppress her feelings in front of her child. But it was no longer the case since Leah had returned. She was uncontrollable in emotion when her temper was under challenge.

“Mommy loves Charlotte the most, so mommy will not hurt you, and Charlotte, please don’t be afraid of mommy.” Molly wiped off the tears on Charlotte’s face with a soft-spoken voice.

Charlotte didn’t understand what Molly had explained, but her soft voice could have soothed her so that she sniffed with a nod and hugged Molly’s neck at the end.

“Get off now.” Molly moved her stare to the nanny furiously.

“Charlotte, do you miss daddy? Do you want to give daddy a phone call?” Molly embraced Charlotte and put her sitting on the couch.

The gloom in her seemed to fade when Han’s name was mentioned. She smiled and said eagerly, "Yes."

Molly took out the cell phone and dialed Han's number with her mischievous look.

At that moment, Han was in the middle of a meeting. The solemn atmosphere in the conference room was disturbed by the childish-ringing sound, programmed for Charlotte’s use exclusively.

The manager who reported in the meeting had put a pause, as he doubted to proceed while giving an ambiguous stare at Han.

“Proceed.” Han tapped the receive button while the manager continued with the reporting.

“What happened, Charlotte?”

The people in the conference room were dazed by Han’s overly soft and gentle voice.

Upon seeing this, Ben made a few coughs in sending the reminder to the rest for not segued into Han’s

affairs.

“I missed you, daddy. Do you free to have dinner with me tonight?” Baby-sounded voice across the phone.

Han paused for a moment as Leah flashed into his mind. “We shall have it tomorrow night.”

The words reached Molly. She frowned and snatched the phone from Charlotte’s grip. “Han, our girl missed you. Couldn’t you spare your time for dinner with her?”

Han didn’t fond of social engagements, nor did he like clubbing. Molly could think of no other reason why he did not return except that he was involuntary.

It followed Molly’s inquiry as she couldn’t subdue her unjustified feeling, “Are you busy at work in the office, or you’re not volunteering to come back?”

Han was clutching his phone while leaving the conference room. He stood at the front of the window, lowered his stare under the building, and said frostily, “Molly Lamere, you have my warning.”

Jackson Lamere was no longer available, and Molly could be ousted from the Ford family’s mansion anytime. She could still stay there because she was Charlotte’s mother, but it was not the core reason she might stir the uproar.

“Han, did I say anything wrong?” Molly asked with a choked throat.

“Mommy, please don’t quarrel with daddy.” Charlotte raised her head and pulled the edge of Molly’s clothes.

Upon hearing Charlotte’s voice, Han knitted his brows and said, “Charlotte, daddy is waiting for you.” Han had coaxed her and promised to see her tomorrow before he hung up.

When the meeting was over, Han and Ben took the elevator upstairs while Ben was reporting the minutes of the meeting.

Then, Han ordered, “Buy some girl’s favorite toys and send them over to the Ford residence.”

“Sure, Mr. Howard.”

In the washroom.

“Do you think Ms. White knew that Mr. Howard had a wife and a daughter?”

“I suppose Mr. Howard was looking for someone young and fresh.”

“Don’t you hear how patiently Mr. Howard had his daughter coaxed just now?”

“Ms. White surely screw up to get close to Mr. Howard by giving her body.”

A fragment of the conversation reached Leah in the room next to the washroom. She wiped the corner of her lips and pushed the door. She walked toward the basin in her emotionless face and washed her hands in the utmost elegant manner.

She tilted her head and glared at the female colleagues, who were startled, twisted her brows with a smile, and asked, “Why don’t you continue with the discussion?”

The female colleague at the front was embarrassed in her expression and appeared to be as if she had a great shock.

Leah proceeded to tell them, “You had made a mistake anyway. I don’t give out my body.”

The two female colleagues were staring into each other, and then they left the washroom in a split second.

After this, Leah curled her mouth and touched her belly, which still wasn’t shown up in the early trimester, or else that would be another gossip.

By the time Leah returned to the office room, Han was back in the office after the meeting.