Ch. 266..270: Begging For A Reconciliation Chapter 266-270

Chapter 266 Promise

"Are you going back to the villa or...?"

Ben's unfinished choice was about Leah. Last night, he received a call from Han at Leah's apartment.

He also had a general understanding of what had happened. Mr. Howard had lost everything because of Ms. White. Naturally, Ms. White had an obligation to take care of him. Everything made sense but leaving without saying goodbye was heart-wrenching.

According to Ms. White's personality, she would find Mr. Howard.

Han looked at the missed call on his phone screen, his gaze deepening.

He thought Leah would care for him and keep him by her side only out of guilt. Now that he was gone, why was she frantically looking for him? He was a little confused.

After a while, he spoke.

"Take me back."

The night passed, and Leah looked at the clock pointing to eight. After putting on her shoes, she planned to go to the police station to report the case.

Serena pulled her back. "Miss, you haven't slept all night, nor have you eaten. Let's have breakfast before we go to the police station."

She still could not bear to see her best friend suffering so much and began to blame Han for leaving without saying goodbye.

"No, I have to go to the police station now. Time is life. The earlier we report, the earlier the police can start searching for Han, and the higher the chance of finding him."

She could not let Han wait for her.

Serena gave Leah a helpless look. After glancing at her stomach, she said in a deep voice, "Even if you don't eat, your baby in your belly needs to eat."

Leah's pregnancy was already difficult. If she was not eating, drinking or sleeping would easily cause fetal distress.

The baby in her belly seemed to have heard Serena's words and started protesting. Leah suddenly felt a pain in her lower abdomen. Her face instantly turned pale. She held her belly and sat on the sofa.

"I just said it so casually. How could this happen?"

Serena looked worriedly at Leah sitting on the sofa and quickly took out her phone to call for an ambulance.

"Don't worry."

The pain disappeared quickly, and Leah knew her baby had kicked her.

It had been many days, and this was the first time she had truly felt her child's existence.

Leah raised her hand to stop Serena, and her beautiful eyes were filled with exhaustion.

"Didn't you say you made breakfast? Give me something to eat."

After a simple breakfast, the two of them left the apartment. As soon as they reached the bottom of the building, Leah caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

After the initial surprise and shock, the rest was anger. Leah stomped to Han's wheelchair, her beautiful eyes filled with rage.

"Why didn't you answer my call? Don't you know how worried I was?"

Han looked at the tears in Leah's eyes and felt a slight pain in his heart. Leah did not like him. Why was she so sad now?

"My phone was out of battery."

As he spoke, Han took out his phone.

Leah reached out to take the phone, wanting to smash it on the ground, but she resisted the impulse and threw it directly at Han. She then walked into the apartment building with a stern face.

Han felt a panic in his heart and looked back at Ben.

Ben understood and pushed the wheelchair to follow her.

Serena stood at the entrance of the apartment building with a cold face. "I used to call you Mr. Howard out of respect. I won't call you that anymore from now on. Han Howard, do you know how worried you made Cindy when you left without a word? You should stand up where you fall if you're a man."

Han's expression remained unchanged, and he spoke coldly, "Thank you for reminding me."

After Leah angrily stormed upstairs, she did not close the door tightly but left it slightly ajar. When Han saw the partially open door, he felt much happier for some reason. He asked Ben to go back first and pushed his wheelchair into the apartment himself.

"Are you angry with me for leaving without telling you?" a cold voice echoed in the room.

Han did not understand why Leah would be angry. Shouldn't she be happy? After all, she was finally rid of a burden and wouldn't have to be so tired anymore.

Leah turned around, almost showing anger on her face. "Didn't you already leave? Why did you come back?"

"You want me to leave," Han frowned, and coming back seemed like a mistake.

Before he could finish his sentence, he turned his wheelchair to leave.

However, Leah rushed towards him and hugged him before he could even reach the door. The next moment, his back was wet with warm liquid.

Leah choked out, "I didn't want you to go, but leaving without telling me made me worried and scared. Can you not do that again next time?"

One day and one night of being lost and alone made her very distressed, but the fear of Han getting into trouble made her even more distressed.

She apologized in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry with you earlier. I was just too upset."

Now that Han was patient, she could not upset him.

Han straightened his back and looked at the apartment's door.

"Can you not do that again next time?"

Leah, who asked the question, was confused, afraid that she might not get the answer she wanted.

Han's deep gaze and thin lips parted. "I won't do that again in the future. Don't cry."

Leah wiped the tears from her face. She knew that Han was a man of his word, and he would not leave without repeating goodbye.

"Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat," Leah said as she headed to the kitchen before Han could respond.

After a busy time in the kitchen, a simple meal of three dishes and one soup appeared on the table.

Leah pushed Han to the table and brought him utensils.

Han glanced at the food and noticed three of the four dishes were his favorites.

Leah had not eaten a proper meal in a day and night, but she did not pick up her chopsticks immediately. Instead, she noticed Han's reaction and frowned, urging him to eat. "Why aren't you eating? Is it not to your liking?"

Han had never liked her cooking, and Leah's eyes dimmed at the thought.

"If you don't like it, we can order the food delivery," she said, realizing that she had not thought things through.

After all, Han used to eat only the finest food at five-star hotels. How could he possibly like home- cooked meals?

Han took hold of Leah's hand carrying a plate and gazed at her tenderly. "I like it. I like anything you cook."

As they looked at each other, Leah's heart fluttered.

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.

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.

Chapter 268 His Last Wish

"Ian, I won't go anywhere except by your side." Sasha lightly bit her lip, her expression aggrieved.

She just wanted to accompany Ian through the last stage of his life. Was that so difficult?

The tears in the woman's eyes across from him softened Ian's heart. Although his tone was not good, his expression was much more relaxed.

"Sasha, after I leave, no one can protect you."

As soon as the words were out, Ian had already started the car before Sasha could react and leave.

Inside the office, Ian's gaze fell on the man opposite him.

He suppressed the urge to cough and remained calm. "Have you thought about what I told you?"

Ron was sensitive, and he could not show any hint of strangeness.

"But even if you didn't give me the money, my position would still stand firm."

Ron took a deep drag on his cigarette, feeling a sense of doubt.

Ian had abandoned Leah at the engagement banquet and even brought Sasha back to the Sanders residence, but now he was repeatedly asking for help with Leah.

Ian's tone was firm. "This is different."

Although Shawn had taken control of the White Group, Ian still had some money, enough for Ron to expand his territory by twice as much.

He had to ensure Leah's safety.

He also knew that Ron always followed through on his words. Once he agreed, he would do it.

Ron's gaze fell on the bank card on the table, and after struggling for a few seconds, he put the card away.

He revealed a wicked smile. "This deal won't lose money. But I won't help her. I can only let her live. As for how she lives, I don't care."

Ian was stunned and did not know what had happened between Leah and Ron to cause their relationship to become so bad.

After a moment of realization, he nodded. "Okay, there's one more thing I need your help with."

Ron's mood seemed to improve after receiving a large sum of money. "Go ahead."

Ian took out his phone and sent the design draft to Ron.

"There's an auction tonight. Can you help me bid on these design drafts?"

He would attract Shawn's attention if he showed up at the auction. But Ron was different. He had never had any conflict with the Sanders family and had no relationship with Leah. If he went to bid, Shawn would not suspect anything.

"When did you become interested in design drafts? Why don't you go yourself?"

Ron did not even look at the phone screen. He was not interested in these things.

"Cough, cough, cough"

After a violent cough, Ian's face turned red. He quickly picked up the glass on the table and took several sips before recovering.

"These are the design drafts from the company, and they have leaked out. If I go, they will notice me, so I can only ask you to go."

Ron agreed without much thought.

In the banquet hall of the International Hotel, Ron, dressed in casual attire, walked in from outside. He looked around and finally sat down in a corner.

The people attending the auction were dressed formally, and when they saw Ron, there was a hint of ridicule in their eyes.

"See that? Even the quality of this auction has dropped. Can anyone come in now? Looks like he just sneaked in."

Ron had heard the whispers of the crowd. He sneered, his cold gaze falling on two men not far away.

The two men's faces froze, and they lowered their heads guiltily, making up an excuse to leave Ron's sight.

"Mr. Ford is arriving."

The appearance of Shawn caused quite a stir, and everyone wanted to go up and say hello.

After all, Shawn was now the person who could cover the sky with one hand in Linkville.

Shawn had the bodyguards stop those who came over and sat in the corner.

He was not interested in this auction, but after seeing the design drafts on the invitation, he could not resist.

Shawn recognized the signature at the bottom of the design drafts. He had seen it at Leah before, which meant that these design drafts belonged to Leah.

Ron took the initiative to say hello to Shawn,"Mr. Ford, you seem to be in a good mood."

He did not like Shawn, constantly feeling cold and indifferent, but it was not wise to make an enemy of him now.

Shawn smiled, "Same."

The host went on stage and announced the start of the auction.

Ron initially had no interest in the items being auctioned off, so he closed his eyes and planned to conserve his energy.

"Next up for auction was a manuscript from the famous jewelry designer, Cindy. It was the only one available, starting at 500,000 dollars.

Ron slowly opened his eyes and picked up the sign beside him, "550,000."

A trace of surprise flashed in Shawn's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

How come he had never heard that Ron was interested in design?

Shawn also picked up the sign beside him and said coldly, "600,000."

Ron continued, "650,000."

"800,000."

As soon as Shawn said this, everyone gasped in shock.

Several design drafts had been sold for such a high price.

Shawn raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of provocation, "Mr. Sanders, it's your turn."

With the backing of the White Group and the Howard Group, money was just a number to him now.

Ron gritted his teeth. "880,000."

Shawn's voice rang out again, "1.5 million."

"One million five hundred thousand for the first time."

"One million five hundred thousand for the second time."

"One million five hundred thousand for the third time."

The host used the hammer to knock on the table. "Congratulations to Mr. Ford for winning the bid."

"Lunatic!"

After muttering a curse, Ron left the auction.

Inside the car, Ron dialed Ian's phone.

"Shawn bought the design draft, offering 1.5 million," he said.

After a long pause, a weak voice came from the other end of the phone. "Okay."

Ian held the phone, sitting on the sofa in a daze. He could not even save Leah's design draft.

On the other side, Shawn received the design draft from his subordinate. It was well-preserved, with almost no folds, indicating Leah's attachment.

Despite its value, she sold it for Han. Since she did not cherish it, there was no need to keep it.

Shawn threw the design draft to his subordinate and said, "Throw it away."

The subordinate was about to leave when Shawn stopped him. "Never mind, bring it back."

In the end, Shawn did not throw away Leah's design draft. He returned it to the Ford residence and put it in the safe.

Serena also received the transfer from the auction. After deducting the commission, there was 1.45 million left. She was surprised and transferred the money to Leah's account.

Serena called Leah and joked, "So, do you regret not auctioning it earlier?"

Chapter 269 Alumni Relations

"Do you know who bought it?"

Leah felt that something was not right. Although her design draft was valuable, it could be worth up to one million.

"I don't know, and the auction house has rules. The buyer's information is confidential."

"Do you want to repurchase it?" Serena could not think of any other reason for Leah to ask about the buyer's information.

"No," Leah said. She was just curious about who spent a lot of money buying her design.

After chatting for a while, Leah hung up the phone. She then opened her computer and booked the best psychologist in Linkville for Han. It was said that this clinic's psychologists only served the upper class and charged by the minute.

Leah was amazed by the price, but she still clicked the reservation button for Han without hesitation.

The clinic was located in the central building of Linkville. Leah parked the car in the underground parking lot and pushed Han into the clinic.

The receptionist at the door checked Leah's appointment time and information before leading them to the consultation room.

Han had no expression, and his gaze fell on Leah's cheeks. He said slightly, "I'm fine."

Before coming here, he had already explained to Leah that there was nothing wrong with his mental state, but she was still worried.

Leah coaxed Han like a child and took him to the doctor's consultation room, saying, "I know, we'll treat it as a simple psychological consultation and just chat for a bit."

In the consultation room, the doctor in a white coat was sitting on the sofa, and he was surprised when he saw Han at the door. He quickly concealed his expression.

"Hello, Mr. Warner," Leah said. She had already learned about the doctor's background online.

Austin Warner's gaze fell on Leah, saying, "It's inappropriate to have strangers present during the consultation process."

The meaning of his words was clear, and he wanted Leah to leave.

Leah looked at Han, seeing his affirmative expression. She reluctantly let go of his hand and left the room.

The softness on Han's face went away as soon as the door to the consultation room shut, and he returned to his usual cold and distant look.

"I'm not sick," he said bluntly, stopping Austin from saying anything else.

Austin pursed his lips and spoke after a pause, "Actually, many patients with psychological problems are unaware that they are ill."

Han looked at the business card on the table and picked it up. The card had Austin's contact information and some awards he had received in the past.

"You studied at the Psychology Department of Beaumont University," he said.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Austin was proud when he mentioned his alma mater. The Psychology Department of Beaumont University was famous nationwide.

"I also studied there," Han said coldly.

Austin was taken aback, and after staring at Han for a long time, he finally remembered that he and Han were alumni.

After Han introduced himself, Austin almost believed that he was okay. He had forgotten that Han was not only a legend in the business world but also a top performer in other industries.

Austin licked his lips, embarrassed, "We were classmates."

Leah left the consultation room after almost 30 minutes of waiting. When the door opened, she eagerly approached and asked, "How is it?"

Austin was uneasy and said, "His mental state is very good."

He did not tell Leah about his relationship with Han.

Leah could not believe it. She had seen Han lock himself in a room and not eat or drink anything.

"When a person falls suddenly from a high place, there is always a psychological gap," Leah asked again.

Austin's expression turned serious, and he replied, "What do you think?"

After confirming that Han's mental state was fine, Leah planned to leave with him.

When they reached the door, a nurse ran out after them, holding out a bill and saying, "Ms. White, this is your consultation fee."

Without waiting for Leah to react, the nurse ran back.

Staring at the money in her hand, Leah was a bit absent-minded and did not understand what it meant.

Han said coldly, "There is a rule in the clinic. If there is no problem, the consultation fee will be fully refunded."

Leah put the money into her pocket. She hooked her lips and revealed a smile.

Han was fine. It was the best news she had received today.

"You seem very happy," Han said, looking at the smile on Leah's lips, feeling curious.

"Of course, I'm happy you're okay," Leah said, and her steps became lighter.

Looking at the park before her, she suddenly realized that she had not gone out for a walk with Han for a long time. "Shall we go to the park ahead and take a walk?"

She turned to Han and asked. He nodded in agreement.

Leah pushed Han into the park.

The sky was a deep blue, endless, and without a single cloud. The park was filled with children laughing, and Leah was infected by their joy and felt relaxed.

"Let's come here often in the future. What do you say?" she suggested.

"There's a sketching area. Let's go check it out," she added, noticing a young man with an easel in the corner of the park, drawing with a brush.

After getting Han's permission, Leah pushed him over there. Many people were around, and Leah's gaze fell on the young man's canvas, frowning.

"This painting isn't very good," she remarked. She rarely comments on other people's art, but today the young man's painting was lackluster.

Sitting on a wooden chair, the young man heard Leah's disdainful comment and put down his brush,

scanning the crowd.

"Who said that?" the young man challenged, and the people around them looked at each other.

"What's wrong? You have something to say, but not to me?" Leah stepped out of the crowd and said, "It was me."

The young man looked at Leah with disdain. "What gives you the right to criticize my painting? Do you even know anything about art?"

"I don't know much," Leah shrugged.

The young man glared at her and said, "If you're so great, try painting it yourself. If you paint it well, I'll give you all my earnings today."

Leah looked at Han, then at the people around them, sensing their amusement.

Chapter 270 The Beauty of Love

Leah was eager to try, but her enthusiasm faded when she saw Han beside her.

If she left, no one would take care of Han.

Just as she hesitated, Han reached out and held Leah's hand but let go the next moment.

Han's thin lips parted, and his voice was full of magnetism, "If you like it, go ahead and challenge it."

Uncertain, Leah asked again, "Can I do it?"

Seeing Han nod, she walked toward the center of the crowd.

Leah rolled up her shirt sleeves and approached the young man, indicating for him to hand over the paintbrush.

The young man snorted, noticing Leah's good looks and ethereal demeanor, and thought she could not possibly know how to paint.

"I'm telling you, this paintbrush and paint are very expensive. If you don't paint well, you'll have to pay for my materials."

He did not go far and stood with his arms crossed across Leah.

It just so happened that his business was not doing well today, and now a fool had come.

Leah touched the bristles of the brush, which were rough. She estimated that her painting would be a mess.

"Is that so? You bought this brush for 9.9 dollars at a bargain sale?"

She loved drawing so much in high school that she saved up for a long time to buy this type of brush. Although it was difficult to use, it was her first paintbrush, so she treasured it.

She did not look down on people who used this type of brush, but using it to deceive people was something she absolutely could not tolerate.

The young man who was suddenly exposed also felt a little embarrassed, urging Leah to start painting quickly.

"Just paint this rockery."

Painting people was simple, someone only needed to capture their features, but landscape painting was the most difficult. Not only did someone have to paint the form, but also the charm.

Leah followed the young man's direction and saw a huge rock standing in the center of the park.

"Okay."

Leah picked up the paintbrush and started painting.

In just over ten minutes, the painting was finished.

Leah took the sketch from the easel and handed it to the young man, raising her eyebrows and asking with a smile, "How is it?"

The young man saw that the lines in the sketch were soft but also conveyed the grandeur of the rockery. It was his first time seeing such a simple yet complex painting.

He was about to yell out words of praise, but when he saw the smile on Leah's face, he held back.

"It's just okay," he said with a sneer.

Onlookers who admired the painting took the sketch from the young man's hand and began passing it around in the crowd.

"This painting is not simple."

"It takes decades of practice to paint like this."

"Maybe it's a gift from Gods."

"Young man, just admit defeat."

"A real man should be able to admit defeat."

The young man standing not far away was embarrassed by the comments of the onlookers. Reluctantly, he took several red bills from his pocket and handed them to Leah.

"Take it then."

Leah pushed the money back and said, "No, thank you. I'm just trying to have some fun. Sorry to have interrupted your business."

Before the young man could retort, she continued, "You should use that money to buy a good paintbrush. Your painting skills are not bad."

She then took Han and left the crowd.

Leah strolled with Han on the pebble path when a weathered voice called, "Excuse me, Miss."

Leah turned around to see an older adult with wrinkles looking at her.

"I saw your painting earlier. It was quite good," he said.

Leah stood still, smiling shyly.

Although she was a well-known designer and had received numerous accolades for her work, this was the first time an older adult had given her such sincere praise.

"I have a request that you can grant. I'd like you to paint a portrait for me," the old lady said, afraid that Leah would refuse. She quickly added, "I'll pay you for your work. You won't be painting for free."

Leah rubbed her hair and said, "I'm not good at painting portraits."

She rarely painted portraits.

"It's okay. I trust you. I came to the park today to ask that young man to paint for my spouse and me, but I ran into you instead," the old lady said earnestly.

Her sincerity made Leah reluctant to refuse. She crouched down and looked at Han. "Can you wait for me?"

Han replied coldly, "I'll wait for you."

The old lady then took Leah and Han to a park corner.

She approached the person in the wheelchair, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Look whom I've brought. She's an artist who will paint for us."

The older man in the wheelchair slowly opened his eyes, which were cloudy but gentle. He glanced at Leah before turning away, smiling. He was satisfied with his wife's arrangement.

The old lady wiped her teary eyes and looked at Leah. "Sorry for making trouble."

"It's no trouble," Leah replied.

With that, the old lady stood behind the wheelchair, smiling with happiness and contentment.

Moved by the scene, Leah took out her painting brush and easel, sat beside them, and started painting.

It was until the sun went down and the pale yellow sunlight spilled on Leah that she put away her brush

and looked at her work on the draft with satisfaction.

The old lady looked at it for a long time, then excitedly took Leah's hand. "You painted it so well. You captured us perfectly. My husband had this gentle look in his eyes when he was young."

The old lady seemed immersed in her memories and talked much about the past with Leah.

Leah learned that the older man in the wheelchair was not doing well and that this old lady wanted to keep him in her way in his final days.

The old lady opened her cloth bag and pulled out a stack of money: "This is your reward. It's not much. I hope you won't despise it."

Looking at the stack of money, Leah hesitated for a few seconds but refused.

Although she and Han needed money, she also envied such feelings from the bottom of her heart.

"No, grandma. Keep it. I'll treat it as a practice."

After several refusals, Leah still did not take the old lady's money.

On the way back home, Leah had a new idea. She could also make money by selling her paintings in the park, just like that young man.

Although Shawn had blocked her way, she could succeed in this avenue.

Leah asked softly, "How was your day? Are you tired?"

Han's eyes were deep, "No, I'm not tired."

Leah's eyes were full of anticipation. "Can we do this in the future? Accompany each other and never be apart?"