Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 268

Seraphina sat in the car, leaning against the window, gazing at Leandro standing under the streetlamp. She was in a daze, her mind a complete mess.

It felt like a lifetime ago that his figure was the one she yearned for day and night.

Back then, Sandra was the only one who shared this longing with her.

But now, she no longer had this longing, nor did she have Sandra in this world.

Slowly, Seraphina began to come back to her senses.

Through the car window, she watched as Leandro stood still, looking at her for a long time. He watched her expression change from empty to clear before he slowly approached her.

Seraphina watched him come closer but made no move to greet him.

Not until Leandro opened the car door, bent down slightly, and reached out to touch her face.

Her face was warm and soft, but it bore traces of tears.

Leandro gently traced her eyes with his finger, then asked softly, "Shall we go home?"

Seraphina slowly lowered her head and asked only one question, "Where is she?"

"Bowen took her away," Leandro replied. "She's not here."

Seraphina took a deep breath.

That was okay. She was away from this cold hospital.

She would not have liked it here.

No one would.

Seraphina slowly closed her eyes, but tears started to fall uncontrollably.

Leandro suddenly leaned in and gently kissed her eyes.

He didn't say much.

He didn't show excessive concern, didn't offer empty consolations, and didn't try to stop her.

He just let her be herself, quietly accompanying her, letting her immerse herself in her own world.

A world that at this moment, no one else could enter.

His only hope was that one day, he could.

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After leaving the river, Keeley didn't return to the city. Instead, he rode his motorcycle to the suburbs.

After passing several intersections, he drove onto a secluded highway. After a few turns, he stopped at the gate of an abandoned factory.

In the weed-infested yard, three inconspicuous cars were already parked.

Keeley got off his bike and hung up his helmet. He walked over to one of the cars and put his hand on the hood.

It was cold, devoid of any warmth, indicating that it had been parked here for a while.

Keeley turned around and briskly walked into the factory.

The factory covered hundreds of square meters. The vast space was illuminated by a single candle, its dim light barely illuminating the immediate surroundings. Beyond that, the weak light was swallowed by the darkness.

In that faint light, he saw two men sitting there. Hearing his footsteps, they both turned their heads.