Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 491

Hearing Seraphina's question, Simon, who appeared calm and composed, let his deep, unfathomable gaze linger on her face for a long while. It took some time before Simon finally spoke slowly, "Why do you ask?"

"You just need to answer yes or no," Seraphina said. "Isn't everything else contained within your answer?"

Upon hearing this, Simon let out a slight exhale and said, "I was actually quite pleased when you came up to see me today."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Seraphina replied with a hint of irony. "I must admit, I have a knack for spoiling people's good moods."

Simon watched her quietly for a moment, then leaned forward a bit more, continuing to grind coffee beans. "Regardless, have a cup of coffee that I've brewed for you."

Seraphina sat silently, watching his movements, her gaze cool and clear. After grinding the beans, Simon stood up, walked over to the coffee maker, and began brewing the coffee.

Two minutes later, he placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of Seraphina. "Try it."

She lifted the cup, sniffed it tentatively, then took a small sip.

"How is it?" Simon asked.

Instead of answering, Seraphina started to drink deeply from the cup.

The coffee was still hot, but she seemed not to notice, and finished the entire cup in one go.

After finishing, Seraphina showed Simon the empty cup. "I'm done. Can we continue our earlier conversation now?"

Simon observed her action, then sighed softly, massaged his forehead, and finally said, "Knowing you'd ask me this question, I'd imagine you'd be cautious of me. And yet you drank the coffee I made without a second thought?"

"Compared to the threat a cup of coffee might pose, I'm more interested in the truth," Seraphina stated.

Simon responded to her answer with a slight nod and a faint smile.

He remembered the stories linked to her name when he first heard it.

"That's just like you," Simon remarked. "A fearless and stubborn young lady."

"So what about you?" Seraphina pressed. "Does it take this long to answer a question that only needs a yes or a no?"

slightly, and he smiled again, "If I say yes, will you never

won't," Seraphina replied promptly. "So

long while before saying, "Since you're being so honest with me, I

that moment, it felt to Seraphina as if a heavy drum was being struck repeatedly in her

profound, suffocating pain silently emanated from the depths of her being, spreading to every limb. Even though she had anticipated this

he was involved with the woman you loved, so you killed him," Seraphina stated

pack in front of him, placed it between his

after a pause, "But

of smoke and nodded,

him, her eyes beginning to redden, "So, do you feel any

holding the cigarette between his fingers, paused before replying, "Everyone makes wrong decisions based on

you feel no guilt for taking

if I was full of regret, he wouldn't know, and he certainly wouldn't come

Seraphina let out a

lose her composure, she covered her eyes

her laughter subsided, Seraphina muttered, "He was no match for

the

the table was severe,

off the ground to stand, albeit unsteadily. Simon clearly saw her pale face, devoid of any color. He wondered if the pallor was for the deceased Carney, or for him, her biological father. After a moment, Simon finally spoke, "Now that you have the answers you wanted, what do you plan to do with

like a

say anything more, only remarking, "I'll have someone

quickly reached

Lionel, who had been speaking with the secretary outside, suddenly looked up and saw

breezed by as if she hadn't seen him, heading straight for the

then appeared at the doorway and signaled to Isaac with a

immediately got the hint and followed the limping

that Lionel approached Simon. "Big

into the elevator before turning and heading

here for some kind of family reunion with you. Doesn't seem like it, though?"

settled into his office chair and took another drag of his cigarette before slowly

watch," Lionel replied. "Why? Did he spill everything to

Simon flicked the ash from his

what if she knows? It's been years without a shred of evidence. Even