When Seraphina emerged from the bathroom, Leandro was nowhere to be found in the bedroom.
Thinking back on what had just happened in the room, Seraphina slapped her forehead, let out a long sigh, and made her way out the door.
In the small hall on the second floor, Leandro leaned against the bar counter, holding a glass of wine. Clad in a black robe that revealed a glimpse of his chest, with his slightly damp, wavy hair, he exuded an irresistibly alluring and handsome appearance. However, ironically...
Seraphina sighed to herself, walked over and sat down across from him at the bar, merely smiling at Leandro.
Leandro looked at her with a calm expression, his gaze sweeping gently over her.
Seraphina played with her hair and said slowly, "I checked your bathroom and there's nothing suitable for a woman to use, so I decided not to take a shower."
Leandro took a sip of his wine, ignoring her.
"I know I'm being a nuisance. How about this, give me back my recorder and I'll leave immediately." Seraphina poured herself a glass of wine and continued casually, "If you don't, I'm not leaving."
As soon as she finished, something new appeared on the bar.
Seraphina looked closer and it was her recorder!
She snatched it up and examined it for a moment, almost laughing out of frustration.
Just how much did Leandro want her gone?
Or had her actions today thoroughly pissed him off?
With that in mind, Seraphina slowed down, leisurely sipping her wine.
It wasn't until her glass was nearly empty that she looked at Leandro, leaning on her hand, and said, "You know what? I give up."
Leandro continued to watch her with a deep gaze.
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