Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 170

Seraphina blurted out something she wasn’t even sure of herself, and to her surprise, Leandro just admitted it straight up.

With that, her curiosity was sated

Conway wanted to leave the hospital, and Leandro agreed. Conway wanted to move back to the old house, and Leandro agreed.

He knew that Conway’s return would be a handful and that the old house would need more caregivers, but he moved back anyway

At night, they naturally ended up in the same room just to put up a happy front for Conway

In reality, since Seraphina had agreed to marry him, she had braced herself for what was to come. But hearing Leandro’s response, she was still taken aback.

But she quickly recovered, put down her phone, propped herself up, and looked at the man in front of her without any defenses, asking. “How do we do this? What position? What movements? How long does it take?”

Hearing her mission–like tone, Leandro’s gaze remained deep, watching her face

Seraphina was trying to piss him off, knowing that it could go two ways. Either he got mad and left, not touching her again; Or he was ruthless and tough

on her

The latter was more likely for Leandro.

Sure enough, the next moment, Leandro grabbed her arm, flipped her over, made her kneel on the bed, and pressed against her.

He was strong, his movements rough, clearly pissed off by her.

Seraphina was prepared for the pain, but surprisingly, all of Leandro’s movements stopped.

She was already in a submissive position, but he just lowered his head and kissed her neck.

and his warm lips made her body

be so gentle,” Seraphina suddenly said. “Last time, Conway wasn’t here, and I didn’t resist you. Now that Conway is in the next room, I dare not

pissed off

But he kept kissing her

over, breathless

was surprisingly

no intention of responding, but her body was pushed to

she was lucid, sometimes she was hazy, always suppressing herself

said in a deep voice, “I told you, the room is soundproof. You don’t have

saw the man still on top of

she was seventeen, in the same room, with the same

scenario, only that she was young, and he was careful not

did it make a

used to smile, and she was head over heels for that man who always had a smile on

couldn’t help but laugh, provocatively saying, “Mr. Reynolds, if you want me to make a sound, you need to try harder. Are you getting old?”

mid–sentence and was left

it was over, Seraphina was worn out

by the bed and watched her sleeping face for

the bedroom, and went

Seraphina woke up, the sun was high in

already had

her as his daughter–in–law to his old

a smile, only to find her voice a

loud, even deliberately asking, “What’s wrong?

him, turned around, and went to

today. You don’t have to stay home. You can go out with your friends, see if

had already reached the dining table, turned around, walked back, and