Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 242

Seraphina stayed in the restaurant until it closed, not even bothering to eat much. She then went to a

nearby shop to grab some cold dishes before driving herself home.

By the time she got home, it was late into the night. The house was dimly lit, with everyone seemingly

already in bed.

Seraphina took off her coat at the door and stepped into the living room, only to be startled by the sight

of a figure sitting on the sofa. She nearly dropped her handbag in shock.

Leandro was sitting on the sofa, his long legs crossed, looking every bit the gentleman. Even though

his posture was normal, under the light, his facial expression was somewhat blurred.

Even though Seraphina couldn’t make out his expression clearly, she could sense the heavy

atmosphere in the room.

It was clear that Leandro was waiting for her, sitting there at such a late hour.

Tossing her handbag aside, Seraphina walked over and sat down on Leandro’s lap, snuggling into his

chest.

“Leandro, I’ve had a rough day…” She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his

shoulder weakly. “I got stood up! I thought he was just a bit quirky, maybe testing how serious I was, so

I just sat there like a fool until the place closed! I didn’t even eat anything waiting for him! I waited for

him like an idiot for four hours! I’m so pissed off…”

Leandro just sat there quietly. Despite the intimate interaction, he didn’t even lift a hand to help

Seraphina, instead responding nonchalantly. “Is that so?”

After crying a bit, Seraphina seemed to remember something. She looked at him and asked, “Are you

mad at me?”

Leandro’s face was stern, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

“I know I stood you up too, I didn’t mean to!” Seraphina continued to whine. “God knows how much I

wanted to go to that concert with you. It’s all that painter’s fault! He’s so disrespectful!”

Leandro still didn’t respond, and after staring at him for a while, Seraphina leaned back into his chest,

starting to unbutton his shirt. “Was the concert good?”

Leandro looked down at her hands.

As Seraphina asked, she continued to unbutton his shirt.

She lightly pulled at his shirt collar, leaning in closer to take a sniff.

Only his usual cologne scent was present, a light and refreshing aroma.

Seraphina paused, then pulled his hand over to her nose to sniff.

Yep, it was the same clean scent.

Suddenly, she started laughing, looking up at him. “Didn’t you say… you know Ms. Magnolia? You went

to her concert, but didn’t go talk to her?”

“Is just talking enough? Leandro finally spoke again, staring at her intently. “Weren’t you expecting

more?”

Seraphina raised an eyebrow, looking at him seriously.

Leandro’s expression didn’t change.

Ever since she came back, she had been acting cutesy and working hard to win him over. Despite her

many attempts, his attitude didn’t show any signs of softening. Clearly, he was really mad about her

leaving him to attend the concert alone.

“What else can I expect?” Seraphina said. “After all, the person Ms. Magnolia really wanted to invite

wasn’t me. She didn’t want to see me. The one who spent long nights having deep conversations with

her wasn’t me, the one who spent money to send her abroad wasn’t me-”

After she finished speaking, Leandro finally reacted.

Just as Seraphina was about to get off his lap, Leandro tightly held onto her waist, preventing her from

moving.

Seraphina struggled for a moment, but couldn’t break free.

“What you said is true, I won’t deny it Leandro said. “Where did you hear about these deep

conversations?”

Seraphina scoffed, “Oh? So these deep conversations aren’t true? Then what is the truth? What did

you guys do that night?”

Her words were clearly provocative.

Even the one being criticized was exposed in her words.

How could Leandro not notice?

He didn’t want to dwell on this issue, so he turned his face away, not saying a word

Seraphina bit her lip, glancing at Leandro, then continued, “You actually enjoyed tonight’s arrangement

deep down, yet you’re pretending to be mad here. Who are you putting on a show for?”

She was always good at putting on a performance, even if they both knew the truth, she would still face

it in her usual way.

Usually, Leandro would just watch coldly, not playing along. This time, however, he finally spoke up:

“Enough.”

Seraphina looked at him, her eyes full of hurt.

“I gave you the freedom to do what you want, if you want to use me to achieve some goal, just say it, I

might even cooperate, Leandro said. “Don’t use these tactics on me again.”

The hurt in Seraphina’s eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by her usual composure

“You’re right, I am using you,” Seraphina said. “But it’s because you’re so easy to use.”

Leandro’s eyes darkened, his face expressionless, a clear sign that he was truly angry.

Seraphina continued, “After all, that night, you just glanced at someone on the street and it caused you

to lose control in bed…”

She paused, then scoffed, “With such a useful person and situation, why wouldn’t I take advantage?”

After saying that, Seraphina suddenly pushed him away, got up, and headed upstairs.

This time, Leandro didn’t stop her.

He sat there quietly, thinking about what Seraphina had just said.

She said, he just glanced at Magnolia on the street, and it caused him to lose control in bed.

This sentence was clearly emotional, but it was hard to tell whether it was genuine or not.

Leandro reached up, pressing his hand to his forehead.

That night, they each slept in their own rooms, not communicating before or after falling asleep.

The next morning, Seraphina got up early. When she came downstairs, Leandro and Valerio were

already having breakfast at the dining table.

Leandro just glanced at her, then went straight back to the tablet in his hands.

Seraphina straight-up ignored him, walked over and sat down next to Valerio, just reaching out to pat

Valerio’s head, “Morning.”

Valerio smiled at Seraphina, picked up his mug to drink some milk, but halfway through, he seemed to

sense something, looked at Seraphina, then at Leandro.

Between the two of them, from eye contact to movement to words, there was no communication

whatsoever.

Seraphina said nothing, chopping up the fried eggs that the nanny brought over like she was

butchering meat.

Valerio totally forgot about his milk, watching Seraphina’s movements with a kind of scared-out-of-his-

wits fascination.

She was cutting so hard that the plate was giving off a squeaky noise. Leandro heard the commotion,

finally looking up at her again.