Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 208

Seraphina didn't remember much about that day, but she did remember Leandro's smile.

Later, he dropped her off at the school gate. She walked in, turned around after a while, and he was still there.

In Sunburst City, the day's heat was almost unbearable. Yet, in Seraphina's memories, the day felt mild. Gentle sun rays, a soft breeze, and his tender demeanor. The ambiance carried a sweet fragrance.

Jolted back to the present, Seraphina sneezed loudly, not from the cold, but because she'd inhaled some pepper. Leandro, without hesitation, draped his coat over her.

"I'm not cold," she remarked, glancing at the coat. She didn't remove it, however. Instead, she teased, "If you get sick, it's not on me."

Keen, observing from the doorway, couldn't help but sigh. Over the years, Seraphina remained the only one bold enough to act freely around Leandro. And regardless of her antics, Leandro always showed her affection. It was a choice he made, leaving others with little to comment on.

Seraphina told the owner, "Boss, your potato soup tastes just as good as it did years ago!"

The owner laughed heartily, "Mrs. Reynolds, it's my honor that you like it! You're welcome anytime, I'll be waiting for you!"

Seraphina couldn't help but laugh, "Oh no, if I come at this time again, people outside will hate me."

Given Leandro's status, going out is never a simple matter, drivers, and bodyguards are always on standby.

"To make them hate me a little less today, make one for each of them!" Seraphina said.

"Sure!" the owner said, "Mrs. Reynolds, you're both beautiful and kind!"

Seraphina laughed uncontrollably and turned to Keen, "Keen, am I beautiful and kind?"

Keen's facial muscles twitched involuntarily, seeing Leandro's cold eyes, he immediately turned and left the doorway.

Without a target for her jokes, Seraphina's attention finally turned to Leandro.

Leandro's food was untouched.

"Why aren't you eating?" Seraphina asked, "It's delicious, try it!"

Leandro sat in his chair, slowly saying, "I'm not used to eating food too late."

Seraphina gave a playful grimace. "You didn't eat back then, and you're still not eating now, after seven years. Aren't you missing out on good food?"

From outside the door, Keen kept a watchful eye on the shop. To his surprise, he soon noticed Leandro reaching for a fork!

"Is it good?" Seraphina asked.

Leandro took a bite and replied, "It's okay."

Seraphina finally showed a satisfied smile.

Outside, Keen, who heard Leandro's answer, suddenly felt complicated - if Leandro's "okay" was a compliment, how good must this food be!

A few minutes later, Keen picked up his potato soup, after eating half of it, a look of bewilderment appeared on Keen's face.

The driver was next to him, also eating big bites.

"Is it good?" Keen suddenly asked.

"Average," the driver replied without looking up, "not as good as the place I usually go."