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.

was present, a light and refreshing

paused, then pulled his hand over to her

it was the same

laughing, looking up at him. “Didn’t you say… you know Ms. Magnolia? You went to her concert, but didn’t

Leandro finally spoke again, staring

eyebrow, looking at him

didn’t

win him over. Despite her many attempts, his attitude didn’t show any signs of softening. Clearly, he was really mad about her leaving him to attend the

I expect?” Seraphina said. “After all, the person Ms. Magnolia really wanted to invite wasn’t me. She didn’t want to see me. The one who spent long nights having deep conversations with her wasn’t me, the one who

she finished speaking,

off his lap, Leandro tightly held onto her waist, preventing her from

a moment, but couldn’t

said is true, I won’t deny it Leandro said. “Where did you hear about these

So these deep conversations aren’t true? Then what is the truth? What did you guys do

words were

was exposed in

could Leandro

dwell on this issue, so he turned his

arrangement deep down, yet you’re pretending to be mad here. Who are you

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

watch coldly, not playing along. This time, however, he finally

at him, her eyes

to use me to achieve some

eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by

I am using you,” Seraphina said. “But it’s

clear