I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 116 Which One’s Mrs. Pearson?
“I don’t need you to lecture me!” Queenie uttered with a smirk. “Are you proud of yourself now? Even though I won the title of
champion in The Emerging Designer Competition, and was in Aeras for three years, it seems I’m still no match for you. I bet
you’re secretly laughing at me, aren’t you?”
“I do find you pretty funny. I’ve never had the thought of surpassing you—you’re the one who keeps comparing yourself to me.
On the one hand, you understand that your skills are no match for mine, yet you feel like I should be one level below you since
you got the opportunity to study in Aeras. It’s almost as if studying there increases your worth as a person. On the other hand,
regardless of whether we’re talking about The Emerging Designer Competition or your studies in Paris, all of that happened
three years ago. You’re the one who keeps clinging onto the past,” Leanna uttered.
“Stop making yourself sound all righteous and principled. Everyone knows that you gave up on your chance for the sake of
money. Do you think you’re more elegant or classy than me? I don’t think my artwork is any worse than yours—I’m just not as
lucky as you are,” Queenie replied. Leanna merely smiled without continuing the conversation. Instead, she turned and left the
other woman behind.
Thanks, Queenie. I don’t think I would’ve ever heard someone tell me that I’m lucky if you didn’t do it, Leanna thought. After she
left, Queenie bit her bottom lip and glared at the necklace in the bin before narrowing her eyes.
...
Leanna had just gotten to the exit when she heard Harvey shouting for her to stop. “You came just in time, McK. I need your
help.” The Barnetts had hosted a jewelry-themed charity dinner, and they had managed to gather a good number of wealthy
women’s accessories to be auctioned on that day. They would give all the funds accumulated during the auction to charity.
Since Lux Magazine was one of the top jewelry magazines in the nation, they were among the first to receive an invitation to the
event. After Harvey’s discussion with his boss, they decided that Lux Jewelry would take out a long-treasured piece of jewelry for
the event. At the same time, Leanna and Queenie would each put out their products. That way, the public would perceive Lux
Magazine in a more positive light, and the event would assist in boosting the names of both designers. In addition, this would
ensure they had more clients in the long run.
Nevertheless, time wasn’t on their side—the charity dinner was in one week’s time. “You can put out one of the pieces you
designed previously. Then, after one of your pieces, you can just place anything that fits,” Harvey told Leanna.
“I got it,” she replied with a nod.
... When they arrived home, Leanna sat at the desk and edited Georgina’s drafts for a while. As she worked on the drafts, she
recalled what Harvey had said to her earlier that day. Ever since she married Aidan, she hadn’t designed anything until she

finally divorced him and returned to Lux Magazine. So, she hadn’t produced anything in the past three years. As for the ones I
did three years ago... I don’t feel satisfied with them now that I have gotten a second look at them. Luckily, she would make
notes in her sketchbook whenever she had any ideas or inspirations. But, after she tossed and turned in bed that night, the one
design that left the strongest impression in her mind was still the piece of paper that she had torn out of her book. She let out a
dejected sigh. She didn’t need to think to know where the piece of paper was—Aidan had definitely thrown it into the bin on
Underwood Lane. She helplessly looked through the items on her desk for a while, but she accidentally knocked something off.
When she picked up the article, she realized that it was the pocket watch she had gotten from Jethro. She opened the clock to
see a group picture of the three of them, and she ran her fingers across the picture with a thoughtful look on her face. After a
short while, she put the pocket watch down before she started to work on a draft. Once she was done, she stretched her limbs
and glanced at the clock to see that it was 11.00PM. Ever since the previous incident, Alice no longer called her out for meals—
Alice simply left dinner in the pot where it was kept warm. As a result, the food temperature was just right when Leanna went
down for her dinner, and it was already 11.30PM by the time Leanna was done.
Aidan wasn’t home even though it was starting to get late, and Leanna hesitated for a moment before she finally texted
Jonathan. ‘Is Aidan still working overtime in the office?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ Jonathan replied.
‘Has he eaten?’
‘No.’
I don’t know why Aidan decided to take action against Anthony, but either way, he took revenge for Zoe that day, Leanna
thought. I don’t want to owe him any favors. So, Leanna stood up and prepared some egg mayo sandwiches before storing them
in an airtight container. Then, she went up to grab her coat before leaving the house.
Meanwhile, Jonathan took his phone back from Aidan in the president’s office in Pearson Group before inquiring. “Aren’t you
leaving yet, President Pearson?” Jonathan asked.
“I have a few more documents to handle, but you can leave first,” Aidan replied flatly.
“Okay.” Jonathan was about to leave when Aidan spoke again. “Leanna’s coming over later, so you can tell the guards to just let
her in,” Aidan ordered.
“...Okay,” Jonathan replied. No wonder he’s staying back—he must be waiting for her. It seems like President Pearson is no
longer as aggressive and pushy toward Mrs. Pearson since they went to Underwood Lane. He’s not as sharp and sarcastic with
his words anymore. That’s a great start. Perhaps I won’t have to waste all of that brain juice on helping President Pearson to
come up with excuses in the future. Before Jonathan left, he went over to pass Aidan’s message to the night guards. “Mrs.
Pearson will come in a while, so you guys can just allow her to enter later,” he ordered. The guards nodded compliantly.
But to Jonathan’s surprise, Mia showed up at the office just moments after he left. Mia had been a respected figure at one point
but didn’t know how to control herself. She didn’t just look down on the title of Mrs. Pearson; there were even voice recordings of

her criticizing other brands and speaking about them as if she were above their standards. Her popularity saw a massive decline
after that incident.
The Pearsons didn’t seem to care about her—all they did was stay silent and under the radar for a while. In truth, she had
already wanted to pay a visit to Aidan’s workplace for a while. Unfortunately, the guys at the front desk and the guards would
often block her way. So this time, she thought of applying for a model role after hearing the jewelry charity event needed them.
Alas, the organizers rejected her immediately.
Although this triggered Mia, she had no other choice than to beg Aidan to give her another chance. She was surprised that it was
so easy for her to enter the building this time. The guard on shift that day was a new worker—he had never seen Mia in the past.
Since Jonathan had told the guards that a ‘Mrs. Pearson’ was going to visit them in a while, and they simply assumed that they
had gotten the right person when they saw how gorgeous and well-dressed Mia was.
But about ten minutes later, a woman in a casual outfit showed up. The guards were stunned as she was prettier than the first
woman. So which one is the real Mrs. Pearson? Leanna hesitated for a moment when she saw how the guards looked at her.
“Am I not allowed to enter?” she asked in a whisper.
Leanna recalled that Pearson Group had a rule where they didn’t allow Lux’s designers to entire. But I haven’t told the guards
anything about my work, have I? The guard looked equally confused. “Are you Mrs. Pearson?” one of the guards asked carefully.
“...I’m not,” Leanna said hesitantly.
“Then what are you doing here at this hour?” the guard asked.
She took a glance at the container in her hands. She had wanted to deliver some food to Aidan, but right before she explained
herself, she changed her mind. “I just happened to pass by,” she spoke stiffly.