Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 220

Oddly enough, when Victor said that thing that day, Leandro didn't pay much attention..

But right now, he was suddenly reminded of the old Seraphina, and that sentence appeared crystal clear in his mind.

Was he really shackled by the past?

Leandro's thoughts were all over the place.

He was silent. Seraphina went into the kitchen to get water and came out with a glass of water before turning on the light in the living room. The usually dim living room lit up instantly. Having been in the dark for quite a while, Leandro was taken aback by the sudden brightness and shut his eyes instinctively.

When he opened his eyes again, Seraphina was already sitting across from him, staring straight at him.

Leandro just sat still, his expression calm as a millpond, letting her gaze upon him.

After a good while, Seraphina concluded, "You look like you've lost some weight. Busy lately?"

Upon hearing this, Leandro took a drag on his cigarette, then turned his head slightly and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just worried about you," she said.

Quick as a flash, she moved closer to him, frowned at the sight of the cigarette in his hand, took it from him and stubbed it out, then leaned against his chest. "I haven't seen you in days. Can't I worry about you?"

Leandro must have just got back not long ago. His suit was still neat and tidy, except for his slightly loose tie. He looked wide awake. If she hadn't come down with a thirst, she might not have bumped into him.

Seraphina leaned quietly against his chest, waiting for his response.

Leandro glanced at her, then slowly asked, "Do you think we're like a married couple?"

"What do you mean 'like a married couple'? We are married," Seraphina looked up at him and replied, "Is there a rulebook that says what a married couple should be like?"

At her response, Leandro actually cracked a smile.

Indeed... there's no set rule for what a married couple should be like, but a couple like them was probably a rare sight.

Sitting up straight, Seraphina looked at him and said, "So, are you still mad because I agreed to help Patrick with his investigation?"

"Do you think that's the case?" Leandro responded nonchalantly and then reached for his cigarette case.

Seraphina put her hand on the case and looked at him seriously, "Even if it's not, this stuff is kind of the straw that broke the camel's back, right?"

She shrugged, took a sip of water, then continued, "Leandro, I'm not an ambitious person. I don't have big dreams or goals. I became a journalist because I find investigating these events interesting. That's all I want to do. If you're looking for a docile and obedient wife, I'm afraid I'm not your girl. You once said that you're not expecting the Seraphina from seven years ago, and I believe you. But I might not be able to meet your expectations in the present either. If you regret it or feel disappointed, it's not too late."

She didn't look at him again, just quietly sipped her water.

Leandro's gaze fell on Seraphina's rarely serious face, and then he slowly asked, "What do you mean, 'it's not too late'?"

A familiar smile returned to Seraphina's face as she retorted, "What do you think?"

Their eyes met for a moment, then Leandro suddenly reached out and gently cradled her face.

"You're dreaming," he said.

Seraphina burst into laughter, still looking as confident and beautiful as ever, "I've never thought about it that way, because I know... you won't have the heart to let me go."

Before she could finish her sentence, Leandro leaned in and kissed her.

Still holding the glass of water, she was caught off guard by his sudden move, and the water splashed everywhere.

"Ah—" she couldn't help but exclaim, pushing Leandro away, "My dress is all wet!"

Leandro's gaze fell on her soaked dress. He reached out and ripped it open in one swift motion.