Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 502

On this particular evening, nearly a hundred guests mingled and celebrated the new year with the Martin family. Most of them were close friends and relatives of the Martins.

As the head of the household, Simon should have been flitting from group to group, playing the consummate host. Yet, his gaze often lingered on Seraphina and Leandro, who seemed to be the center of his world that night.

Seraphina was the picture of elegance and detachment, her eyes rarely meeting anyone else's as she conversed quietly with Andrea, who sat by her side. Meanwhile, Simon seemed to be deeply engaged in conversation with Leandro.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the steady stream of toasts, the guests who approached Simon for a celebratory drink did not neglect to include Leandro in their well-wishing.

Even though Leandro had recently stepped down from the executive board of the Reynolds Corporation, his reputation for shrewd business acumen remained unblemished. And with the apparent closeness he now shared with Simon, he was regarded with a newfound respect.

"What's the real story here?" whispered a high-ranking executive from the Reynolds Corporation, who sat next to Ferne. "Mr. Reynolds has always been a bit of a lone wolf, not to mention he once came down hard on the Martin Group. It's not like him to cozy up to the Martins like this." Leonard overheard the comment and replied, "His old pride was part of his persona as the president of Reynolds Corporation. Now that he's not, what's stopping him from being affable?"

Ferne took a sip from her wineglass and said slowly, "Didn't you hear Simon earlier? He called it a family dinner. They waited for them to start the meal, which means they're considered family. What more is there to say?"

As Ferne spoke, her gaze drifted towards Seraphina, who was still deep in conversation with Andrea. "I never noticed before, but now that they're sitting together, it's striking how much Seraphina and Andrea have identical eyes."

At Ferne's observation, the others at the table couldn't help but turn their attention to the pair, and a collective realization seemed to dawn on them. While chatting with Leandro, Simon noticed that Seraphina had barely touched her food. "Sera, is the food not to your liking?" he asked with concern. "You've hardly eaten a thing."

With all eyes on her, Seraphina could hardly avoid responding. She offered a light chuckle and said, "How could a lavish banquet like this not be to my taste? It's just that I don't have much of an appetite."

After that, she turned her attention back to Andrea.

At that moment, the servers brought in a new dish. Simon beckoned one over and whispered instructions. Shortly thereafter, a bowl of sweet soup was placed in front of Seraphina.

Seraphina glanced at Leandro, who in turn looked at Simon.

Simon said, "You're always so busy, hardly ever eating well-no wonder you're so slender. You may not feel like eating, but at least have some soup. You can't go on an empty stomach."

the spoon, Seraphina listlessly stirred

get home late and the nanny will have to get

Seraphina reluctantly sip a few mouthfuls of the soup, but soon set the spoon down again. "It's stuffy in here," she said to Leandro. "Andrea and I are going to step out

Andrea by the arm and they left the banquet hall. Simon watched their retreating figures and said softly, "It warms my

dryly, "she's fond of

that so?" Simon replied with a faint smile. "Well, I'm quite

and

she decides to acknowledge her lineage and come into the fold, it would

her choice to make," Leandro stated firmly. "I won't

"Straightforward and

that, Simon

followed suit, and they

the banquet hall, a group

and children were setting off fireworks. Normally, Andrea Would have gone unnoticed, but tonight, drawn by Seraphina's presence, several people looked their way and

reluctance to dive into the festivities, and feeling little desire for it herself, Seraphina politely declined and followed Andrea into the

to see

lived in, if Simon had gone to the trouble

the small space. She stopped in front of a framed photograph on the

beautiful, with a gentle and captivating

her mother's picture Andrea showed her, she hadn't felt much. But now, seeing this clear image, a tangible sense of connection washed over her. After all, this was her mother, the woman who had carried her

before Andrea pulled out a large photo album from the shelf and

shots of Adelina, but there were also plenty of pictures with Simon. It was clear from their

trivial, but it was evident that it

the photo album, they reached the last page and a moment

clear