Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 204

For Seraphina, the most beautiful dream she ever had as a young girl was about a boy named Leandro.

In that dream, it was just the two of them, over and over again.

At one point, it felt so real, like she could reach out and touch it. All she had to do was stretch out her arms and she could pull him into her embrace.

But just when she was about to stretch out her arms, the dream shattered.

The pain of waking up made her stop daydreaming.

But now, that dream from her youth suddenly appeared so real in front of her eyes.

It had crossed time, changes, and new beginnings.

This dream, stubbornly existing in her life, was ultimately unavoidable.

Even though she was no longer the girl she was seven years ago, she still whispered to herself -

Look, there's your dream.

The man in your dream, he's finally here.

Even though he's late by so many years, he's still here.

Conway, arm in arm with Seraphina, walked step by step towards Leandro, then handed Seraphina's hand to Leandro and smiled, "Leandro, I'm handing Sera over to you."

Seraphina turned her head to look at Conway and gently smiled.

Once upon a time, she couldn't imagine her wedding day, because no one could replace her father's place, leading her by the hand into the church.

But now, Conway accompanied her on this journey as a grandfather, his arm providing her with a feeling of reliability and comfort.

Those shattered dreams were gradually pieced together again, constructing a perfect fairy tale for her.

Leandro took Seraphina's hand, holding it tightly in his palm.

Her hand was very cold, as if there was no warmth at all. He gripped her icy hand tightly, always keeping his calm gaze on Seraphina's face.

Someone gently reminded him, "Mr. Reynolds, it's time to enter."

But Leandro didn't move.

He just quietly looked at Seraphina, even though she was also looking at him, he was still waiting for a response.

The staff around them were a bit puzzled, and Conway felt a bit strange, whispering, "Leandro? Sera?"

Hearing this, Seraphina looked at Leandro and whispered, "Are you having regrets now? It's too late."

Her face was veiled, her smile a bit blurry, and Leandro couldn't help but grip her hand tighter, raising it to his lips and gently breathing on it.

The weather was very cold. He held her hand for a long time, and then blew on it, bringing her a bit of warmth.

Only then did Seraphina realize his intention, she slowly smiled, and actively put her hand into his arm.

To the holy bridal march, they walked hand in hand into the most sacred chapel.

The priest waited on the altar, and all the guests quietly watched them. The bridesmaids and groomsmen stood on both sides, welcoming their arrival.

Following Seraphina's long wedding dress, Valerio and a little girl about his age served as flower children, looking like miniature versions of the bride and groom.