Leandro was eyeing the woman in front of him.
She was obviously tipsy, her cheeks flushed, yet her eyes were unusually alert, fixed on him.
"So, what do you want to do?" Leandro asked.
Seraphina, trembling a little, held her robe. "I just wanted to help you change!"
Before she could finish, Leandro caught her hand.
Seraphina thought he was about to push her away, prepared to resist, but Leandro did the complete opposite.
He took her hand, undid his towel around his waist, and tossed it aside.
Suddenly, Leandro was naked in front of Seraphina.
For a moment, she didn't grasp the situation, and she scrutinized Leandro from head to toe before finally realizing what had occurred.
Yet, Seraphina remained motionless, her gaze gradually descending until it settled on a certain part of his body, lingering there for quite some time.
"Have you seen enough?" Leandro abruptly pulled the robe from her hand, swiftly draping it over himself, concealing all distinctive features.
Seraphina bit her lip, raising her eyes to meet his gaze, her expression tinged with bashfulness, yet her words were remarkably forthright, "Mr. Reynolds, you have a remarkable physique. Why are you afraid of being seen? You should display your impressive form, allowing others to admire it, or engage in more interactions; only then would it not go to waste!"
Leandro silently watched her, slowing down the action of tying his robe.
Seraphina took the chance to grab his belt again and slowly said, "I heard two rumors about you at the dinner... About Georgina and Fidelia. Those people are questioning your interest in women. As a man, how can you tolerate such rumors?"
As she spoke, she once again untied Leandro's belt. He looked down at her movements, but didn't resist.
Finally, she laughed, looking at him, "And besides, if you're not interested in women, where did your kid come from?"
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