Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 162

The moment the topic of children came up, Peterson instantly regretted it. But the words were out of his mouth and he was clueless how to deal with it, so he just looked at Seraphina silently.

Seraphina's face was calm. After a while, she let out a gentle laugh, "Before you said those words, I thought you didn't give a damn."

Back then, Peterson was head over heels for her, pursuing her like a man possessed. Seraphina, on the other hand, couldn't care less about him, going out of her way to avoid him. Just when Peterson was on the verge of giving up, he stumbled upon Betty.

After finding out about Betty, Peterson went MIA for a couple of days. When he showed up again, he pursued Seraphina even harder than before.

She was in her early twenties then, juggling her studies while taking care of Betty. Life was tough but Peterson came along.

He truly cherished Betty, being very patient and attentive, always finding ways to make her happy.

Betty was fond of him, but Peterson was only present in her short life for six months.

Half a year later, Betty passed away. Peterson then shifted all his attention to Seraphina, spoiling her as he did Betty.

So Seraphina thought, he really didn't care.

But his nonchalant façade couldn't hide his genuine concern for her.

"Sera, I..." Peterson wanted to explain, but he was at a loss for words.

"So in your eyes, while courting me, children are tools for you to use, and when you're angry, children are your weapons against me," Seraphina said, looking at him. "Such a straightforward love."

Peterson suddenly reached out to grab her, his voice hoarse, "You know I genuinely loved Betty!"

Seraphina forcefully shook off his hand, her eyes growing cold, "Are you done?"

Peterson looked at her, took a long pause before finally saying, "Sera, I'm sorry."

Seraphina didn't respond, she got up and was about to leave.

Peterson quickly got up and moved in front of her, wrapping her tightly in his arms from behind.

"Sera, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I know you're mad at me, blaming me... but you know how much I care about you..." Peterson's head buried in the crook of her neck, his voice low and husky, "Can you give me some time? Once I sort my family issues, we can go back to how we were..."

Seraphina was looking at the sky outside the window, let out a soft sigh, "Peterson, if you had told me all this before you started with Ms. Whitman, I might have said yes. But now, do you really think it's possible?"

...

That night, when Leandro got back to the apartment, Seraphina was on the living room floor helping Valerio with his arts and crafts homework.

Hearing the door, Seraphina looked up at him and said with a smile, "Mr. Reynolds, you're back early today."

She then went back to her task while Leandro walked to the couch, his gaze resting on Seraphina's calm profile for a long time.

Until Seraphina looked up at him again, "Mr. Reynolds, this is your son's homework. Aren't you going to help?"

Leandro finally looked from Seraphina to the scattered cardboard on the floor. The project was a DIY storage cabinet with drawers, a task seemingly beyond both Seraphina's and Valerio's abilities.