Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Leandro looked at her and slowly reached out his hand, patting her head gently

Seraphina seemed soothed by the warmth of his palm, she quieted down but still remained in his arms

Just when Leandro thought she’d fallen asleep, she suddenly lifted her head, her gaze burning into him. “Why are you so indifferent about Vivian? Or perhaps, you’ve always hated me, and everything you’ve done was just to get back at me?

Leandro looked at her His eyes were deep and calm showing no signs of disturbance

Seraphina started mumbling to herself again. “No, that’s not right. You don’t hate me at all. You don’t hate me.

She leaned on his shoulder again, looking at his clear profile, whispering. “Then what is it that you want to do

She gently rubbed her head against his neck while reaching out to grab the cuff of his sleeve

It was a gesture she often made in the past

When she needed his help but didn’t want too much physical contact, she would lightly hold onto his sleeve

And he always indulged her

That’s why she used to believe he loved her..

But she later realized that this was just a man’s way of treating a woman he didn’t dislike. He merely stood by enjoying her various attempts to please and act cute towards

him

Thinking about this, Seraphina suddenly let out a laugh, her laughter filled with intense self–mockery.

Leandro reached out, gently pinching her face, making her sit up straight and look at him

“Do you really not know what I want?” he said.

she tried her best to see what was in his

did he

while, she

10%

one who was good and

“You know this is

face–he knew better than anyone how sober or

knew she was doing this on purpose, but he still took

he wanted was the old Seraphina. The current her didn’t meet his

clearly knew that she could never

her defenses and unwillingness,

he still couldn’t

not force each other anymore. Let’s leave it like this, okay?”

voice gradually faded, her eyes slowly closing as if she was about to

be asleep, her breathing steady,

to get him to let go How much of it was real

reached out, gently brushing her

be

told himself the

it couldn’t end

Leandro’s fingers gently stroked her flawless face, the

doorbell was urgent, as if the person outside would

his shoulder, didn’t even furrow her brows, seemingly unaffected

to the bedroom and placing her

dead or something? Why did it take

behind it, her mouth forming an “O” shape, the

she

are you? Leandro

question, Farrah said. “I’m here to

barged in as she spoke, looking around

Farrah approached her pulling

lay there,

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