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?"

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

promptly. "So

at her for a long while before saying, "Since you're being so honest with

Seraphina as if a heavy drum was being struck

from the depths of her being, spreading to every limb. Even though she had anticipated this answer, now facing this

you

picked up a cigarette from the pack in front of him, placed it between his lips,

a pause, "But you were mistaken about

of smoke and nodded,

her eyes beginning to redden, "So, do you

replying, "Everyone makes wrong decisions based on wrong information. Dwelling on past mistakes is

feel no guilt for taking

was full of regret, he wouldn't know, and he certainly wouldn't come back to

out a laugh, which soon

her composure, she covered her

an idiot..." After her laughter subsided, Seraphina muttered, "He was no match for you, and certainly not deserving

abruptly to leave. But she rose too quickly and collided heavily with the coffee table. The pain caused her to lose her balance and she fell to the

collision with the table was severe, as Seraphina struggled to get

unsteadily. Simon clearly saw her pale face, devoid of any color. He wondered if the pallor was for the deceased

definitely will!" Her emphasis on "definitely" sounded more like

say anything more, only

and quickly reached the door, opening the

opening the door, Lionel, who had been speaking with the secretary outside, suddenly looked up and saw Seraphina. His normally cold

Seraphina breezed by as if she hadn't

doorway and signaled to

the hint and followed

was only then that Lionel approached

elevator before turning and heading back to his office. Lionel followed suit,

kind of family reunion

his office chair and took another drag of his cigarette before slowly saying, "What's

watch," Lionel replied. "Why? Did he spill everything to them? Is that why that girl came

matter anymore." Simon flicked the ash from his cigarette, continuing,

what if she knows? It's been years without a shred of evidence. Even if Garrison revealed our names, his word alone won't even meet the criteria