Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 12

Seraphina sat on the sofa, patiently waiting for Leandro to ask his questions.

However, Leandro was far from anxious. Only after Valerio’s figure disappeared up the stairs did he take out a cigarette from his pack, lit it leisurely, took a puff, and then turned to Seraphina. He didn’t say a word, just furrowed his brows, creating an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Sat on the sofa, Seraphina quickly played along and explained with a smile, “Mr. Reynolds, you’ve got it all wrong. I actually lost something and came here looking for it. I think I left my stuff in your car. You don’t mind if I look for it, do you?”

She was about to get up when Leandro’s voice followed, “This?”

Seraphina turned around to see a silver voice recorder in Leandro’s hand- exactly what she had been missing!

“That’s it!” Seraphina walked towards him with a laugh, “So it really was here! I’ve been looking for it for so long!”

She went over to take the voice recorder, but Leandro’s hand suddenly closed, his slender fingers gripping the recorder tightly.

up at him, “Mr. Reynolds, what’s

asking you, what’s the deal?” Seraphina burst into laughter, “You know I was drunk last night and don’t remember anything. How could

her deeply, obviously not accepting her explanation.

be investigating? Is it…” Seraphina gestured upstairs, implying Valerio, but she quickly ruled out this answer, “If I really wanted to investigate you, I

you’re not investigating me.” Leandro’s eyes were deep, “Then who are you

her eyes gradually became serious,

smart. He saw through her so easily and quickly.

such mistakes, but this time, things were unusually difficult. “Yes, I am investigating Balch.” At this point, Seraphina no longer resisted futilely and openly admitted. Leandro took a puff of his cigarette, but his voice was still clear, “What are you investigating him

this, “What gives you the

a strand of hair behind her ear and looked at him squarely, “I find these

eyes blurry, “How did you, who once wanted to be a painter,

to bring up the past.

important part

a very young age. After being adopted by the Reynolds family, Conway

a beautiful environment, an Ideal place for painting. During her few years living with the