Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 242

Seraphina stayed in the restaurant until it closed, not even bothering to eat much. She then went to a nearby shop to grab some cold dishes before driving herself home.

By the time she got home, it was late into the night. The house was dimly lit, with everyone seemingly already in bed.

Seraphina took off her coat at the door and stepped into the living room, only to be startled by the sight of a figure sitting on the sofa. She nearly dropped her handbag in shock.

Leandro was sitting on the sofa, his long legs crossed, looking every bit the gentleman. Even though his posture was normal, under the light, his facial expression was somewhat blurred.

Even though Seraphina couldn’t make out his expression clearly, she could sense the heavy atmosphere in the room.

It was clear that Leandro was waiting for her, sitting there at such a late hour.

Tossing her handbag aside, Seraphina walked over and sat down on Leandro’s lap, snuggling into his chest.

“Leandro, I’ve had a rough day…” She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder weakly. “I got stood up! I thought he was just a bit quirky, maybe testing how serious I was, so I just sat there like a fool until the place closed! I didn’t even eat anything waiting for him! I waited for him like an idiot for four hours! I’m so pissed off…”

Leandro just sat there quietly. Despite the intimate interaction, he didn’t even lift a hand to help Seraphina, instead responding nonchalantly. “Is that so?”

After crying a bit, Seraphina seemed to remember something. She looked at him and asked, “Are you mad at me?”

Leandro’s face was stern, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

“I know I stood you up too, I didn’t mean to!” Seraphina continued to whine. “God knows how much I wanted to go to that concert with you. It’s all that painter’s fault! He’s so disrespectful!”

Leandro still didn’t respond, and after staring at him for a while, Seraphina leaned back into his chest, starting to unbutton his shirt. “Was the concert good?”

Leandro looked down at her hands.

As Seraphina asked, she continued to unbutton his shirt.

She lightly pulled at his shirt collar, leaning in closer to take a sniff.

usual cologne scent was present, a light

his hand over

was the

laughing, looking up at him. “Didn’t you say… you know Ms. Magnolia?

finally spoke again, staring

an eyebrow, looking at him seriously.

didn’t change.

many attempts, his attitude didn’t

Magnolia really wanted to invite wasn’t me. She didn’t want to see me. The one who spent long nights having

finished speaking,

as Seraphina was about to get off his lap, Leandro tightly held onto her waist, preventing her from

moment, but couldn’t

won’t deny it Leandro said. “Where did you hear about these

conversations aren’t true? Then what is the truth? What did you

words were clearly provocative.

being criticized was exposed in

could Leandro not notice?

so he turned his face away, not saying a word

at Leandro, then continued, “You actually enjoyed tonight’s arrangement deep down, yet you’re pretending to be mad here. Who are you putting

always good at putting on a performance, even if they both knew the truth, she would still

along. This time, however, he

him, her eyes full

me to achieve some goal, just say it, I might even cooperate, Leandro said. “Don’t use these tactics on me

hurt in Seraphina’s eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by her usual composure

“But it’s because you’re so easy to use.”

clear sign that he was truly angry.