Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 110

Ian went to settle the tab when they finished their meal. Serena got up and searched her bag for her lipstick but her expression turned ugly after failing to find it despite having rummaged through her bag multiple times over.

Leah was quick to pick up on her mood. “What’s wrong?”

Serena looked up. “I lost my lipstick. It’s the one that Jesse gave me. Wah…”

She was on the verge of tears.

Leah froze.

Jesse was a man that Serena admired. She had fallen for him back in high school. Jesse had gifted her lipstick for her birthday. Its shade didn’t match her very well, but she treated it like a precious gem. She would use it whenever she was to attend a big event or participate in a competition as a lucky charm.

“What happened? Did you drop it somewhere?” Leah frowned. “Calm down. Let’s think about it.”

Serena thought about it for a moment before clapping her hands together. “I must’ve dropped it in the restroom. I’ll go look for it!”

Leah picked up her purse. “I’ll come with you.”

The duo rushed to the restroom in a feverish hurry but before Leah even had a chance to look, Serena let out a high-pitched shriek.

“What?” Leah immediately asked.

“My lipstick! Oh my god!” Serena yelped and lunged forward.

Hearing this, Leah took a closer look, and her expression ever so subtly shifted.

A little boy was sitting in the corner with lipstick in hand and doodling on the walls.

It was as if he were using it as a paintbrush and was drawing very vigorously.

Serena swooped in to salvage it and snatched the lipstick from the boy.

The little boy burst into tears and wailed.

His cries also caught his mother’s attention. The door to one of the stalls swung open as a shrill voice resounded, accompanied by the clacking of her heels. “Charlotte, what’s wrong sweetie?”

That voice…

Leah seized up.

She suddenly felt drained of all her strength, panicked, and found a random toilet stall to hide in.

Leah felt weak as she leaned against the wall.

She hadn’t been mistaken.

That woman was Molly Lamere. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

What is this? I run into Molly Lamere on the very first day I return?

“How is it you again, brat? I have some bloody bad luck to have run into the two of you again.” Outside, Serena rested a hand on her hip as she cursed furiously.

“It’s just lipstick. You were the one who lost it. Why are you yelling at my son? How much is it? I’ll just pay you back. Is two thousand enough?”

“Two thousand? Keep it for your retirement funds. I might’ve lost it but didn’t anyone teach you that you shouldn’t touch what doesn’t belong to you?” Serena’s face turned red with anger.

Molly held the distressed and crying boy. “You’re insane. He’s just a kid. Yeah, he took your lipstick, but you didn’t have to pick on him.”

Serena was rendered speechless and could barely reply in her exasperation.

“Did you see me pick on him? Huh? I’m asking someone to judge whether or not I actually picked on him. Cindy!” Serena raised her voice and called out to Leah.

She turned around to see that Leah was gone.

“That’s weird. Where did Cindy go?” Serena muttered.

Leah remained hidden in the stall, sighing softly.

Just then, a steady set of footsteps trudged in, followed by a man’s voice ringing out. “What’s going on?”

Leah trembled violently.

That voice was more than familiar to her and was once what haunted her dreams every night.

“Why are you here, Han?” Molly approached Han and held him by his arms while cradling the child.

The little boy’s soft voice could be heard. “Daddy, hug.”

Daddy?

Leah was stunned to hear the way he was addressed.

It was then that she came to herself. Han and Molly indeed had a child. She had been gone for two years. The kid must’ve been at least two years old.

What a coincidence.

Han picked the boy up with ease and patted his head.

“Charlotte had picked up the woman’s lipstick and was drawing with it because he didn’t know better, Han. She just won’t let it go and made him cry.” It seemed Molly found someone to back her up.

Han frowned when he heard Charlotte had cried.

He glanced at Serena. ‘How much is it? I’ll pay you back for it.”

“You’re a good-looking guy, but I’m telling you, there are things that money cannot always buy. This lipstick is something very important to me. It isn’t about the money.” Serena glared at Han, but it was obvious from a glance that she wasn’t as furious as she had been moments before.

Han pursed his lips, looking ever impatient.

“So, how do you want to settle this?” He asked again.

Serena glowered at Molly. “Keep your kid in check. Money isn’t everything. You might not run into someone as nice as I am the next time this happens.”

“Hmph, let’s go, Han.” Molly took Han by his arm and strutted off with her head held high.

It was clear she did not take Serena’s words to heart.

It was after they left that Serena called Leah.

A familiar ringtone rang out and a door to a stall in the bathroom swung open. Leah did not look well.

“Where were you, Cindy?” Serena hung up the call.

Leah smiled. “I just needed the restroom.”

“I’m telling you, I ran into the mother and son duo again. It’s a small world. That kid is gonna get it sooner or later,” Serena said angrily.

Leah helplessly shook her head.

The child’s appearance manifested in her mind.

She had only caught a glance, but she knew that he was a pampered kid.

Han must love him very much.

“Where did you two go? You took a while.” When they got outside, Ian helped Leah with her purse.

Leah did not reject his goodwill. “We went to the restroom. Let’s just go.”

“Hm, I’ll get the car,” Ian said with a pleasant smile.

Serena jabbed Leah in her arm after Ian’s departure. “He’s such a nice guy. When are you two planning to get married?”

Leah was not in a very merry mood and shook her head. “I don’t have any intentions of marrying for now.”

They chatted as they walked out through the hallway.

After they left, the door of one of the private booths behind them opened.

Han had a child cradled in his arms and was staring down the empty corridor with a stony expression.

Was that just his imagination?

Why did I somehow hear that woman’s voice again?