Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 432

Seraphina instantly snapped back to reality, her gaze sharp as she locked eyes with Herman. “Andrea?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Herman shrugged, a hint of confusion in his voice. “She says it wasn’t her.”

In truth, that fateful night, he had staggered out of the private room, using the last shred of his sanity to avoid the prying eyes. Beyond that, his memory was a blur. When he finally came to, he found himself lying on a bed in one of the club’s private rooms.

He didn’t know what they had slipped into his drink. Slowly regaining consciousness, his body felt incredibly heavy and his head throbbed with pain.

He didn’t know what he had done, or where he was. All he could recall was a voice echoing in his ears, “In the dead of night, gazing at the stars alone, the stars remain constant every night, shining brightly…”

That song played on repeat, starting and stopping, haunting him. He desperately wanted to open his eyes and see where he was, why this one song kept playing over and over again.

Until a woman’s voice suddenly replaced the voice from the song.

Through his haze, he heard the woman speaking, as if on a phone call. But he couldn’t make out the words, nor could he muster the strength to open his eyes and take a closer look, before slipping back into a heavy sleep.

When he awoke again, it was afternoon and the room was bathed in sunlight… mixed with the scent of debauchery.

He was alone in the room, his clothes and shoes scattered across the floor.

Pulling back the covers, the white sheets were speckled with stains of blood red, a silent testament to the forgotten events of the night before.

In that instant, he realized what he had done, and a cold sweat broke out across his back.

He had been intimate with a girl, the specifics of whose identity were unknown to him.

After that day, he went to great lengths to find out who the girl was but to no avail.

as if she had appeared for just one night in his life and then

the silence of the night, gazing at stars so bright, unchanged they

his moments of confusion, but it deeply imprinted itself in his mind. He grew to like the song, playing it for years. The day Andrea had a reaction to the song in his car, he hadn’t made any connection. To him, Andrea had always been a calculating and scheming woman, so he couldn’t

his car and liked it, so she set it as her ringtone. At the time, he even felt a twinge of anger, thinking such a woman didn’t deserve to use this song

that day in Valerio’s hospital room when

Conway and Leandro didn’t seem

fruit, trying to probe

Whatever he asked, she replied with the most straightforward answers,

market, Herman heard that familiar song once

irritation flared-this woman still used that song as

glance at her, only to see another woman in the shop approaching

with a smile. “I knew it was you the moment I heard that ringtone! You’ve been using that song for so many years; you’re so

a faint smile. “Tina, it’s been

we graduated! If it weren’t for your ringtone jogging my memory today, we might have passed each other by again!”

and their chance meeting naturally led to a

Herman stood frozen, lost in

heel to find Cinderella, you’re frantically looking for a girl attached to a song-if she really is Andrea, should I be congratulating you?”

would she vehemently deny it?” Herman pondered. “Maybe it really is just a coincidence, and it’s not

and she had used for seven years-if that’s a coincidence…” Seraphina shrugged, popping a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

word, but Seraphina leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “So, let me interview you.

sharply, “I’m frustrated enough as it is,

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Seraphina teased. “That means you wouldn’t be happy if Andrea was the girl. Got

from what I haven’t said? Stop jumping to conclusions and spreading fake

the facts,” Seraphina retorted. “You

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