Tangled in His Obsession

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Chapter 311

On the way home, Leandro held Seraphina close, apologizing and admitting his mistakes all the way.

It reminded her of the time she first returned to Sunburst City last year. Back then, Leandro would never have said these things.

But now, he was actually apologizing.

It all happened so suddenly that Seraphina didn’t know what to do. She just let him hold and kiss her, remaining silent.

When the car stopped at Reynolds Manor, Seraphina suddenly broke free from his arms, pushed the car door open and ran out.

By the time Leandro entered the house, Seraphina was sitting in front of Conway, showing her wrist to him and accusing, “Grandpa, Leandro hit me!”

Leandro was speechless.

Seraphina’s skin was delicate and prone to leaving marks. The grip he had on her hand in the car had left a mark that was now being mistaken for evidence of domestic violence.

Conway looked at the barely visible bruise on her wrist, got up and headed upstairs, rolling his eyes at them.

“Don’t use me as a shield, both of you!” Conway said.

Seraphina pretended to be furious, “You cunning old man! When you convinced me to marry into this family, you didn’t say it would be like this!”

Conway stopped on the stairs and turned to look at her, “You’re a part of the Reynolds family now, what do I need to worry about?”

“You’re a bad man!” Seraphina said, “No wonder your grandson is so heartless, he learned it all from you!”

Conway just shrugged and headed upstairs.

Seraphina huffed in frustration.

Leandro then came over and sat down next to her, taking her hand to examine it.

Seraphina watched his actions coldly, not saying a word.

“Did I hurt you?” Leandro asked.

Seraphina huffed again, not replying.

Leandro then had Karan bring some bruise ointment, and applied it to Seraphina’s wrist himself.

This was a rare sight for the usually aloof Leandro.

But as Seraphina watched his actions, she said, “Don’t think this will make me forget about tonight.”

“I have no intention of running from the past,” Leandro said, still focused on her wrist.

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ed her hand away.

Leandro swiftly caught her hand in his and then finally looked up at her.

“I did think of you after seeing her, Leandro admitted, ‘But even without her, you would eventually come back to me.”

Seraphina laughed coldly, “And what makes you so sure?”

“Because no one knows me better than I do,” Leandro replied.

For most people, life is about looking forward. The past will eventually pass, no matter how much pain and despair,they’ve gone through, people always say that hope is ahead.

For him, hope seemed to only exist in the past.

He couldn’t foresee the future, so he could only look back at the past to find a bright direction.

Meeting Andrea made him look back sooner.

Even without Andrea, there would come a day when he would follow his heart and search for those unforgettable memories.

Seraphina was silent for a moment, then suddenly yanked her hand away and turned her head, “Forget it, I just have a common face, this person, that person, they all look like me… ah, no, I should thank my common face for reminding Mr. Reynolds of me at the critical moment.”

Leandro pulled her into his arms, “Your face is far from common.”

Seraphina looked at him, “If not, how could you see me in Magnolia and remember me because of Andrea’s eyes?”

Leandro was silent for a moment, then asked, “Maybe there was a time when I also had a common face?”

At this question, Seraphina’s expression froze.

Perhaps due to her change in personality, her memories of the past weren’t very clear, but Leandro’s question quickly pulled her back to the days when she first arrived in Starhaven eight years ago.

Back then, Leandro indeed had a “plain face”.

Not in terms of his looks, but because she could see his face in everyone else’s,

Regardless of resemblance, she could see him in others.

Regardless of gender, even race.

When you miss someone deeply, everything in the world becomes them.

Later, she gradually came back to her senses and found her memories of those times humorous.

She just didn’t expect that one day, Leandro would also go through the same feeling.

Seraphina was speechless for a moment until Leandro suddenly lifted her off the couch.

“Hey!” Seraphina snapped out of it and glared at him, “What are you doing?”

Leandro took her in his arms and went straight upstairs.

Seraphina continued to speak, “Leandro, I’m not in the mood tonight, are you still going to force me?”

Leandro was quiet for a moment, then leaned in and said, “I won’t force you. You tell me how you want it, and that’s how I’ll do it.”

Seraphina looked at him quietly, then suddenly laughed, her eyes full of mischief, “You said it.”

Leandro felt a sudden sense of foreboding. In fact, Seraphina didn’t really care about these things, she just didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

But now, since he’s the one saying it… Great interest sprang up in her.

That night, Seraphina had planned to go through the Martin family’s information, but when she encountered a proactive Leandro, she put that aside for the time being.

All night, even though Leandro was strong and sturdy, his wrists and ankles were carefully tied by her, leaving bruises.

This should’ve been a happy thing, but she was too slow to react when she untied him in the morning. Before she could make it to the door, he yanked her back onto the bed.

And just like that, she stepped in the mess she made herself, which was totally driving her up the wall.

The direct outcome? Leandro was late for work and she slept until noon.

After grabbing a bite, Seraphina holed up in her study, sorting out the deets on the Martin family.

Of the Martins she met yesterday, apart from the already familiar Simon and Tania, only Andrea left a lasting impression. So, she paid special attention when she was going through Andrea’s info.

But just when she stumbled upon Andrea’s academic records, her phone blared.

Seraphina, while eyeing Andrea’s college life on the screen, casually answered the call.

“Is this Mrs. Reynolds?” came a cool, female voice that she knew all too well from the other end, “This is Andrea.”