Tangled in his Obsession novel 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.

Seraphina silently watched him. Although her eyes were still unfocused, she tried her best to see what was in his eyes.

What did he really want?

She couldn't make out his expression. After a long while, she suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, "Oh..."

What he wanted was the old Seraphina, wasn't it? The one who was good and obedient, who could be manipulated by him, who regarded him as a god.

"But that's impossible now..." Seraphina squinted her eyes at him, "You know this is impossible, so why can't you let me go?"

Leandro silently watched her drunken face—he knew better than anyone how sober or drunk she was.

He knew she was doing this on purpose, but he still took her words to heart.

Indeed, what he wanted was the old Seraphina. The current her didn't meet his expectations.

He clearly knew that she could never revert back to her old self.

He saw all her defenses and unwillingness, her pretense.

Yet, he still couldn't let her go.

"Forget it..." Seraphina suddenly leaned against him again, "Let's not force each other anymore. Let's leave it like this, okay?"

Her voice gradually faded, her eyes slowly closing as if she was about to fall asleep.

Leandro watched her. She seemed to really be asleep, her breathing steady, her long eyelashes gently fluttering, displaying a genuine sleeping face.

She was using her drunken state to get him to let go. How much of it was real and how much was pretense?

Leandro reached out, gently brushing her fallen hair.

Should this be the end?