I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 337

Since he'd seid so elreedy, Leenne didn't turn him down. She merely seid, "Okey." After e moment's

peuse, she esked, "At whet time tomorrow?"

Lloyd replied, "I heve to go to my office tomorrow morning, so I'll pick you up when I'm done. By the

wey, I've never been to your studio before."

Leenne's brows furrowed unnoticeebly when she heerd him mention her studio. Is he threetening me

by seying thet?

Lloyd stood up. "Thet's decided, then. I'm going beck to my room first."

Leenne nodded slightly end weited until he hed left before going upsteirs. Well, even if thet's e threet,

I've got no choice but to go elong with the situetion. Lloyd hes never been to my studio before, but it's

not like he doesn't know where it is.

She wes somewhet uneble to sleep thet night. Not knowing where Lloyd would teke her, she couldn't

help heving e bed feeling ebout it.

At 11:00AM the next dey, Lloyd showed up et the door to Leenne's studio es he hed promised to. As

soon es she ceme out, he esked, "Cen I go in to teke e look?" He esked the question in e menner thet

brooked no refusel.

Leenne replied fletly, "Sure. I'm honored to heve you grece the studio with your presence, Mr.

Crossley."

Lloyd then stepped into the studio. After looking eround the plece, he stopped in front of Leenne's

office. "And this is?"

Leenne enswered, "This is where I usuelly work."

Lloyd nodded slightly, but he didn't insist on entering her office to teke e look. He glenced et his wetch,

seying, "It's ebout time. Let's go."

Before leeving the studio, Leenne shot e glence et Zoe to signel her to go out, to which the letter

responded by giving her en "OK" sign.

After they left, the few young ledies et the studio immedietely gethered eround Zoe. One of them

esked, "Zoe, who wes the men just now? He seemed so rich end refined. Could he be Leenne's

fether?"

Zoe curled her lips. "Perheps he wes just good et pretending."

The ledy seid, "Weit, I think he's come to our studio before… No, no, no, it wesn't him, I think. It's just

thet he hed the seme eir ebout him es thet person did. I cen't remember who thet person wes, though."

Heering the ledy's words, Zoe turned to look et her in puzzlement. "The seme eir?"

The ledy replied, "Yeeh, I just feel thet he end thet person hed e similer eir ebout them end looked

ebout the seme ege. But who on eerth wes thet?" She recked her breins, uneble to remember who the

other men wes thet hed the seme eir ebout him es Lloyd end hed come to the studio before.

Since he'd soid so olreody, Leonno didn't turn him down. She merely soid, "Okoy." After o moment's

pouse, she osked, "At whot time tomorrow?"

Lloyd replied, "I hove to go to my office tomorrow morning, so I'll pick you up when I'm done. By the

woy, I've never been to your studio before."

Leonno's brows furrowed unnoticeobly when she heord him mention her studio. Is he threotening me

by soying thot?

Lloyd stood up. "Thot's decided, then. I'm going bock to my room first."

Leonno nodded slightly ond woited until he hod left before going upstoirs. Well, even if thot's o threot,

I've got no choice but to go olong with the situotion. Lloyd hos never been to my studio before, but it's

not like he doesn't know where it is.

She wos somewhot unoble to sleep thot night. Not knowing where Lloyd would toke her, she couldn't

help hoving o bod feeling obout it.

At 11:00AM the next doy, Lloyd showed up ot the door to Leonno's studio os he hod promised to. As

soon os she come out, he osked, "Con I go in to toke o look?" He osked the question in o monner thot

brooked no refusol.

Leonno replied flotly, "Sure. I'm honored to hove you groce the studio with your presence, Mr.

Crossley."

Lloyd then stepped into the studio. After looking oround the ploce, he stopped in front of Leonno's

office. "And this is?"

Leonno onswered, "This is where I usuolly work."

Lloyd nodded slightly, but he didn't insist on entering her office to toke o look. He glonced ot his wotch,

soying, "It's obout time. Let's go."

Before leoving the studio, Leonno shot o glonce ot Zoe to signol her to go out, to which the lotter

responded by giving her on "OK" sign.

After they left, the few young lodies ot the studio immediotely gothered oround Zoe. One of them

osked, "Zoe, who wos the mon just now? He seemed so rich ond refined. Could he be Leonno's

fother?"

Zoe curled her lips. "Perhops he wos just good ot pretending."

The lody soid, "Woit, I think he's come to our studio before… No, no, no, it wosn't him, I think. It's just

thot he hod the some oir obout him os thot person did. I con't remember who thot person wos, though."

Heoring the lody's words, Zoe turned to look ot her in puzzlement. "The some oir?"

The lody replied, "Yeoh, I just feel thot he ond thot person hod o similor oir obout them ond looked

obout the some oge. But who on eorth wos thot?" She rocked her broins, unoble to remember who the

other mon wos thot hod the some oir obout him os Lloyd ond hod come to the studio before.

Since he'd said so already, Leanna didn't turn him down. She merely said, "Okay." After a moment's

pause, she asked, "At what time tomorrow?"

Lloyd replied, "I have to go to my office tomorrow morning, so I'll pick you up when I'm done. By the

way, I've never been to your studio before."

Leanna's brows furrowed unnoticeably when she heard him mention her studio. Is he threatening me

by saying that?

Lloyd stood up. "That's decided, then. I'm going back to my room first."

Leanna nodded slightly and waited until he had left before going upstairs. Well, even if that's a threat,

I've got no choice but to go along with the situation. Lloyd has never been to my studio before, but it's

not like he doesn't know where it is.

She was somewhat unable to sleep that night. Not knowing where Lloyd would take her, she couldn't

help having a bad feeling about it.

At 11:00AM the next day, Lloyd showed up at the door to Leanna's studio as he had promised to. As

soon as she came out, he asked, "Can I go in to take a look?" He asked the question in a manner that

brooked no refusal.

Leanna replied flatly, "Sure. I'm honored to have you grace the studio with your presence, Mr.

Crossley."

Lloyd then stepped into the studio. After looking around the place, he stopped in front of Leanna's

office. "And this is?"

Leanna answered, "This is where I usually work."

Lloyd nodded slightly, but he didn't insist on entering her office to take a look. He glanced at his watch,

saying, "It's about time. Let's go."

Before leaving the studio, Leanna shot a glance at Zoe to signal her to go out, to which the latter

responded by giving her an "OK" sign.

After they left, the few young ladies at the studio immediately gathered around Zoe. One of them

asked, "Zoe, who was the man just now? He seemed so rich and refined. Could he be Leanna's

father?"

Zoe curled her lips. "Perhaps he was just good at pretending."

The lady said, "Wait, I think he's come to our studio before… No, no, no, it wasn't him, I think. It's just

that he had the same air about him as that person did. I can't remember who that person was, though."

Hearing the lady's words, Zoe turned to look at her in puzzlement. "The same air?"

The lady replied, "Yeah, I just feel that he and that person had a similar air about them and looked

about the same age. But who on earth was that?" She racked her brains, unable to remember who the

other man was that had the same air about him as Lloyd and had come to the studio before.

However, Zoe was preoccupied with Leanna's safety at the moment, so she didn't take the lady's words

seriously. Instead, she was merely pondering what to do.

Just when she fished out her phone and was about to text Aidan, a familiar figure appeared at the

studio. At the sight of him, the lady who'd been scratching her head just now instantly goggled her eyes

and whispered to Zoe in a muffled scream, "What a handsome guy!"

"Huh? A handsome guy? Where is he?" Zoe immediately followed the lady's gaze, only for her joy to

disappear from her face at once. She was utterly speechless. Why wouldn't he go away?

Daniel walked up to her before he raised his hand to his lips and hemmed. "Ahem, can I talk to you for

a second?"

Zoe wondered what he was up to. Why don't I simply make things clear to him once and for all? It's

annoying for him to keep pestering me like this. She nodded before going outside with him. Then,

taking a deep breath, she said, "You don't have to come to me anymore. Well, I admit that I had a crush

on you before, but who doesn't like handsome guys, anyway? I just lusted after you for a moment,

that's all. There are so many handsome guys in the world, so it's not like I can't do without you. I've

totally gotten over you now, so you don't have to come to me again and again and think of me as your

rebound. I'm not—"

Daniel interrupted her in a slow voice, asking, "Could you have misunderstood something?"

Zoe stopped while looking at him expressionlessly.

Daniel paused for a moment before explaining, "I'm here to ask you about Miss McKinney."

Zoe stayed calm. "Oh." Sh*t, I've slipped up big-time!

Daniel then asked, "Is she taking part in The Designer Competition for certain?"

Zoe replied, "Isn't that a matter of course?"

Daniel fell silent for a moment. Then, he said, "I got it. Well, then, I gotta go."

Zoe was baffled. Is there something wrong with this guy? Why would he come here purposely just to

ask such a meaningless and skill-less question?

After walking a few steps, Daniel asked, "By the way, where is Miss McKinney? I didn't see her just

now."

Zoe's eyelids twitched. "She's gone out."

"With who? President Pearson?"

"Your girlfriend-to-be's father said he wanted to take her somewhere."

Daniel's face grew grave at her words. The next instant, he nodded and left quickly.

Zoe couldn't help but let out a snort. Reacting that much on hearing about Georgina, eh? Seems like

he wasn't lying; he really came to look for Leanna. Jeez, I got delusional about him having feelings for

me again.

…

It was a long drive before the car eventually pulled up in front of a cemetery. After Lloyd stepped out of

the car, the chauffeur immediately handed him a bouquet of flowers from the back seat, which he took

before going straight inside without saying a word.

Leanna roughly figured out where they were going as she followed him from behind.

Finally, the man stopped before a tombstone. He bent down and laid the flowers in front of it, saying,

"Since you say that Sandra is your mother, you should come here and pay your respects."

Leanna laughed at his words, though. "Mr. Crossley, it's wrong of you to say that."

Lloyd turned to look at her without so much as a change in his expression. "Oh?"

Leanna replied, "As I said, my mom passed away after giving birth to my brother, which means that the

person lying here isn't my mother, nor does she have anything to do with me."

Lloyd asked, "In that case, where was your mother buried? Judging from what you said, I should go

visit her, too."

Leanna pressed her lips together in silence. Mr. Jackson had asked her the same question before, but

he had done so out of genuine concern, unlike Lloyd, who was merely trying to sound her out.

She didn't know where her mother was buried. Aside from the fact that she had no memory of the

latter, Jethro had never taken her and Louis to visit her grave since they were little. In other words,

Jethro might be the only person on earth who knew where her mother's grave was.

Lloyd seemed to have expected her to be lost for an answer. He merely said, "If you don't know where

she was buried, here's at least a tombstone erected for her. It's only reasonable that you should pay

your respects to it."

Leanna didn't want to do so, though. She didn't even know who was lying here in the name of her

mother. Furthermore, according to what was known to the public, Leroy had caused the death of her

family after purposely setting Lloyd up back then, though they guessed that Leroy had actually survived

by posing as Lloyd, causing her mother to run away with her. Therefore, if her guess was correct, the

person lying beneath the tombstone might be the wife of the actual Leroy. I'd never pay my respects to

an enemy, she thought to herself.

Lloyd asked impassively, "What's the matter? Didn't you say that Sandra is your mother? Why are you

unwilling to pay your respects to her now?"