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."

spoon, Seraphina listlessly stirred the

little," Leandro encouraged. "Otherwise, you'll get home late and the nanny will have

reluctantly sip a few mouthfuls of the soup, but soon set the spoon down again. "It's stuffy in here," she

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

dryly, "she's

a faint smile. "Well,

met Simon's gaze and remarked, "Because she's

directly. After a pause, he added, "If one day she decides to acknowledge her lineage and come into the fold, it would be the greatest

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

visibly pleased. "Straightforward and decisive

that, Simon lifted his

suit, and they clinked

the banquet hall,

drawn by Seraphina's presence, several people looked their way and even invited them

festivities, and feeling little desire for it herself, Seraphina

see Mom's room?" Andrea

lived in, if Simon had gone to the trouble of

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

woman in the photo was beautiful,

much. But now, seeing this clear image, a tangible sense of connection washed over her. After all, this was her mother, the woman

silently for a while before Andrea pulled out a large photo album from the shelf and placed it on the bed. "All

but there were

Adelina. To Seraphina now, that love might seem trivial, but it

album, they reached the last page and a moment of silence fell

the clear