Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 133

Leandro's flashy attire, coupled with Seraphina's stunning beauty, drew quite a bit of attention despite them sitting in a corner.

The server who came to take their order couldn't help but steal a few extra glances at them. Unfazed, Leandro didn't really give a hoot, and Seraphina, accustomed to being scrutinized, focused on ordering the dishes she wanted to eat.

Most of what she ordered was seafood. After jotting down her order, the server turned to Leandro, "Sir, would you like to order anything?"

With a slight furrow of his brow, Leandro tapped the table, indicating for the server to hand him the menu.

Without hesitation, the server handed him the menu. Leandro took the pen, crossed out seven of the eight dishes, leaving only an corn soup, and then handed it back to the server.

"Hold on!" Seraphina immediately reached for the order, "Why did you cross out my dishes?"

Looking at the order in his hand, the server was also taken aback, "So... just one pot of corn soup then?"

"Of course not!"

"Yes."

Two voices rang out simultaneously. The server glanced at Leandro, then at Seraphina.

Seraphina said, "Just go with what I ordered earlier, pick the biggest seafood!"

Leandro didn't say anything, just looked at the server.

Intimidated by his icy gaze, the server took the order and left.

Twenty minutes later, only a pot of corn soup appeared on their table.

Staring at the corn soup in front of her, Seraphina fell silent for a good dozen seconds before looking up at him, "Leandro, you're already odd enough sitting here dressed like this! Isn't it weirder that we only ordered corn soup?"

"You said you wanted corn soup." Leandro sat quietly in his chair, responding with a poker face.

"What's wrong with having some seafood?" Seraphina pointed to the table next to them, deliberately raising her voice, "Look how fresh the seafood is, it smells so good too! You're dressed so formally, but you're so stingy, not even willing to buy a single seafood dish!"

Their exchange drew a lot of attention from surrounding tables, but Leandro just sat quietly, watching Seraphina.

Just at that moment, a buttered lobster dish was served at the table next to them. A man in his forties laughed and offered it to Seraphina, "Don't be upset, miss. Let me treat you."

"Sure, thank you." Seraphina happily accepted the plate.

Leandro looked up and gave the man a cold look, "Sir, the lady here has a fever and acute gastroenteritis. If she ends up in the hospital after eating this seafood, will you take responsibility?"

Upon hearing this, the man's face changed instantly, and he quickly took back the lobster, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The man returned awkwardly to his seat while Seraphina silently exchanged glances with Leandro, eventually relenting and picking up the spoon to eat the corn soup.

After taking a bite, she paused to savor the taste, then said, "It's just okay, not as good as the corn soup my dad used to make."

Leandro didn't expect her to mention Carney Bennett out of the blue but he just sat quietly, watching her.

"My dad always made corn soup, it was especially good, thick and smooth." A smile appeared on Seraphina's face, "His friends always teased him, saying his hands could only paint or make soup. Can you guess why he learned to make soup?"

The answer was too obvious, so Leandro didn't respond.

"Because my mom loved corn soup." Seraphina said, "She was young and beautiful at the time, and had such a light palette, like a fairy. My dad really loved her, so he learned how to make it... I've tried corn soup at many restaurants, but none of them could compare to my dad's. But I can't taste it anymore..."