Tangled in His Obsession

Chatper 181

Chapter 181

Seraphina kept her cool, meeting Leandro’s deep and calm gaze. She just smirked at his unexpected response.

Indeed, for Leandro, who was the father of a dead child, it didn’t matter much.

Leandro caught the slight smirk at the corner of Seraphina’s mouth, murmuring, “After all these years, you still aren’t focused enough when you dance.

He said it casually and lightly, just like the words he said to her seven years ago. But the gap between them was no longer just time

Seraphina chuckled and retorted, “Mr. Reynolds, just a minute ago you were praising your students, and now you are criticizing me. Isn’t that a bit contradictory?”

Leandro didn’t react visibly, but the pressure of his hand on her waist and his hand holding hers was definitely increasing.

Not wanting to embarrass herself in public, Seraphina had no choice but to give the dance her all.

After the dance, the whole room burst into applause once again.

Hand in hand with Leandro, Seraphina bowed to the audience. As she raised her head, her eyes were sparkling, and her face blushed, looking like a happy woman, which made everyone envious.

Georgina stood by the stage, watching Leandro and Seraphina with a constant smile and clapping.

Bowen sat in the audience, watching the people on stage, just smiling lightly without making any other moves.

Tania, who was sitting next to him, didn’t applaud either; instead, she just watched coldly, turned her head to Bowen, and slowly said, “What’s the matter? Jealous?”

Bowen glanced at her and laughed. “Why should I be jealous?”

“You seem quite close to Seraphina.” Tania said, “I thought you liked her!”

Bowen laughed again, put his hand on the back of her chair, and whispered, ‘Whether I like her or not isn’t important, what’s important is that you don’t like her, right?”

Tania snorted lightly and didn’t respond.

Bowen shook his head and sighed, “Women are so narcissistic.”

Tania suddenly glared at him and said, “What did you say?” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Bowen looked at the pride on her face, chuckled, and repeated his words: “I said you’re narcissistic; any problems?”

Tania was about to walk away, but Bowen grabbed her.

“Stop making a scene; we have journalists here, it won’t look good if they caught this.”

“Then tell me, am I prettier than Seraphina?” Tania asked with her face upturned.

Bowen gently brushed a strand of hair from her shoulder and replied. “Yes, you’re prettier than her.”

“Humph, all men are liars.” Tania gritted her teeth at him, then continued, “But I’m confident, I’m not worse than her.”

After saying that, she leaned toward Bowen and lightly kissed the corner of his lips.

On the stage, Seraphina was being led down by Leandro; she inadvertently caught this scene, and her eyes darkened slightly.

Before the dinner ended, Leandro left early with Seraphina.

On the way home, Seraphina put the painting Leandro gave her on her lap, looking at it over and over again, unable to put it down.

Leandro noticed and asked, “If you love painting so much, why did you stop?”

Seraphina had loved painting since she was a child, a hobby instilled in her by her father. After Carney passed away, she didn’t give up painting during her years with the Reynolds family However, she stopped painting after she left the Reynolds family.

He shouldn’t have dug into her past, but he couldn’t help but ask.

Hearing this question, Seraphina calmly replied, “Because I don’t have the time or the mood to paint anymore.”

Leandro turned to her and asked, “So where does all your time go?”

“I have to earn a Irving Seraphina looked up at him and smiled. “Not everyone can be born into a wealthy family like you. I’m lucky to have a good friend who has always helped me, but I can’t always rely on her. Art is a luxury. For those who struggle to survive, art is a luxury they can’t afford”

Hearing her answer, Leandro said nothing more.

Seraphina happily accepted this silence and continued to admire the painting in her hand.

When they returned to the Reynolds family, as soon as they walked in, they saw Ferne Reynolds coming down the stairs

Ferne glanced at Seraphina, then turned to Leandro, calling out, “Leandro.”

“Are you here to see Grandpa? Leandro asked indifferently

“Yeah” Ferne replied, “Grandpa isn’t feeling well today and has gone to rest. I should leave too.”

She picked up her bag from next to the couch and walked past Seraphina, but Seraphina abruptly stopped her and said, “Ferne.”

Ferne paused and looked back at her.

Seraphina put down the painting in her hand and then looked at her and said, “Could you please stop bothering my friend?”

Leandro, sitting on the couch, hearing this, slowly raised his eyes and stared at the two women.

Ferne was clearly surprised, then she sneered, “When have I ever bothered your friend?”

“Maybe you think you haven’t” Seraphina said, “But your constant stalking and investigating are harassment for my friend.”

Ferne scoffed at Seraphina, saying. “If you haven’t done anything wrong, why are you scared of being investigated?”

“I’m not scared.” Seraphina stared back at her and said, “Whatever you want to know, I can tell you. I just hope you won’t bother my friend anymore.”

“Should I believe you?” Ferne sat down next to Leandro and looked at Seraphina again. “I know what you’re capable of, don’t forget we were schoolmates for six years

“So what?” Seraphina asked.

“So? You’ve been around a lot of guys, haven’t you? All your relationships are as clear as mud. You think I don’t know? Ferne said, “You were already knocked up when you left the Reynolds family. You’ll have the kid next year. Now the kid’s gone, and there’s no proof. You can spin any yarn you like. But why should the Reynolds family pick up the tab for this kid?”

“Ferne, Leandro cut in, suddenly serious. “Shut up.”

“Leandro, maybe you’re willing to buy her story, but I sure as hell don’t!” Ferne wasn’t ready to back down. “Forget everything else, back in senior year, she had a dozen guys chasing after her. How can you be so sure she didn’t fool around with one or two of them? And then there’s Sandra’s brother, a real ladykiller. She and Sandra are thick as thieves; what’s to stop him from sweet–talking her into bed? And those siblings relationship is all kinds of shady. Who knows what could happen between you all?”