Tangled in His Obsession - Season 2 Episode 22

Leandro looked at her and slowly reached out his hand, patting her head gently

Seraphina seemed soothed by the warmth of his palm, she quieted down but still remained in his arms

Just when Leandro thought she’d fallen asleep, she suddenly lifted her head, her gaze burning into him. “Why are you so indifferent about Vivian? Or perhaps, you’ve always hated me, and everything you’ve done was just to get back at me?

Leandro looked at her His eyes were deep and calm showing no signs of disturbance

Seraphina started mumbling to herself again. “No, that’s not right. You don’t hate me at all. You don’t hate me.

She leaned on his shoulder again, looking at his clear profile, whispering. “Then what is it that you want to do

She gently rubbed her head against his neck while reaching out to grab the cuff of his sleeve

It was a gesture she often made in the past

When she needed his help but didn’t want too much physical contact, she would lightly hold onto his sleeve

And he always indulged her

That’s why she used to believe he loved her..

But she later realized that this was just a man’s way of treating a woman he didn’t dislike. He merely stood by enjoying her various attempts to please and act cute towards

him

Thinking about this, Seraphina suddenly let out a laugh, her laughter filled with intense self–mockery.

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Leandro reached out, gently pinching her face, making her sit up straight and look at him

“Do you really not know what I want?” he said.

Seraphina silently watched him. Although her eyes were still unfocused, she tried her best to see what was in his eyes.

What did he really want?

She couldn’t make out his expression. After a long while, she suddenly seemed to have an epiphany “Oh…”

What he wanted was the old Seraphina, wasn’t it? The one who was good and obedient, who could be manipulated by him, who regarded him as a god.

“But that’s impossible now… Seraphina squinted her eyes at him, “You know this is impossible, so why can’t you let me go?”

Leandro silently watched her drunken face–he knew better than anyone how sober or drunk she was.

He knew she was doing this on purpose, but he still took her words to heart

Indeed, what he wanted was the old Seraphina. The current her didn’t meet his expectations.

He clearly knew that she could never revert back to her old self

He saw all her defenses and unwillingness, her pretense.

Yet, he still couldn’t let her go

“Forget it. Seraphina suddenly leaned against him again. “Let’s not force each other anymore. Let’s leave it like this, okay?”

Her voice gradually faded, her eyes slowly closing as if she was about to fall asleep

Leandro watched her. She seemed to really be asleep, her breathing steady, her long eyelashes gently fluttering, displaying a genuine sleeping face

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She was using her drunken state to get him to let go How much of it was real and how much was pretense?

Leandro reached out, gently brushing her fallen hair.

Should this be the end?

Hadn’t he also told himself the same thing?

But now, it couldn’t end

As Leandro’s fingers gently stroked her flawless face, the doorbell rang again.

Unlike before, the sound of the doorbell was urgent, as if the person outside would never give up if the door wasn’t opened.

And Seraphina, leaning on his shoulder, didn’t even furrow her brows, seemingly unaffected by the sound of the doorbell

Leandro watched her quietly for a moment, then stood up, carrying her to the bedroom and placing her on the bed, before turning around, walking to the door, and opening it

Seraphina, are you dead or something? Why did it take you so long to-”

Farrah stood outside the door, looking at Leandro behind it, her mouth forming an “O” shape, the rest of her words seemingly stuck in her throat

After regaining her senses, she asked, “Who are you?”

“Who are you? Leandro countered

Ignoring his question, Farrah said. “I’m here to see Seraphina Where is she?”

She barged in as she spoke, looking around before heading straight into the bedroom

Seraphina was now hidden under the covers Farrah approached her pulling back the covers and shaking her, “Seraphinal Seraphina!”

Seraphina lay there, unmoving

Visibly annoyed, Farrah muttered. “Are you dead or something?”

Seraphina rolled over, burying her face into the pillow.

Expsperated, Farrah gave her another shove before getting up and leaving the bedroom

Leandro was standing in the open kitchen He had just found a glass and was getting himself some water when Farrah stormed out of the bedroom, snatching the glass from his hand and gulping down the water

Leandro watched her in silence, neither speaking nor asking questions

Farrah put down the glass and stared at him for a while before saying, “You’re the man related to Seraphina, aren’t you?”

Seeing Leandro stay silent, Farrah added, “Seraphina is currently dating Cooper Melisa and my grandma have already discussed it. Don’t let Seraphina fool you!”

“Are you from the Wilson family was Leandro’s first question

Farrah instantly nodded and began to laugh, “Yes Do you know me?”

“No.” Leandro answered

Farrah pouted unhappily, shooting him a glare. “My name is Farrah Wilson. My dad’s name is Parker Wilson”

Upon hearing this, Leandro immediately understood her identity.

Magdalen had marned Samuel Parker was Samuel’s younger brother and the current head of the Wilson family. However, after Samuel’s death, most of his inheritance was left to Magdalen, causing the Wilson family to gradually decline under Parker’s leadership.

So, Nadine started seeking help from Seraphina, hoping to win over the Adams family through her.

The girl standing in front of him was Seraphina’s nominal cousin

Farrah looked at Leandro and asked, “Who are you? What’s your relationship with Seraphina?”

Leandro didn’t answer her question, but instead asked, “Is she your cousin?”

Farrah responded with disdain, “She’s not my uncle’s biological daughter, and she only stayed with the Wilson farmily for a month or two… How on earth would she be my cousin?”

Hearing her words, Leandro slowly repeated, “A month or two?”