Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 248

At first, Seraphina was slightly taken aback, but then she came to her senses and didn’t avoid his affection, even playing along with him occasionally.

The more she did this, the more forceful Leandro became, leaning his entire body towards her, nearly pinning her to the back seat, unable to move.

Until the driver who went to the restroom and the bodyguard who went to buy coffee both returned to the car.

The driver hurriedly pulled open the driver's seat door, intending to get back on the road immediately.

But after just a glance inside, he quickly closed the door and made a gesture to the approaching bodyguard, signaling him to stay back.

The air outside the car seemed to freeze for a moment, and the affection inside the car abruptly stopped.

Leandro released Seraphina, but his gaze was still locked on her.

Their breathing was slightly rushed, Seraphina sat up, tidied her hair and clothes, and then shot Leandro a glance, "Who do you prefer, me or Ms. Magnolia?"

Leandro suddenly reached out, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him.

Seraphina calmly looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"Seraphina." Leandro murmured her name, "If I was interested in other women, I wouldn’t be wasting my time on you."

Seraphina blinked, "Really? But that night, weren’t you--"

She was going to make a joke, but halfway through, she realized something.

Leandro never lied or put on an act in front of her. If he said no, then it definitely wasn't.

But that night, he clearly lost control in bed after seeing Magnolia.

Leandro knew what she was thinking.

That night, he found the answer.

He had seen the same sparkle in another person's eyes, so he was momentarily moved, momentarily confused, momentarily dazed.

He knew that some pasts should not be revisited and some people should not be remembered.

Maybe at some point that night, with a little effort, he could have obsessively recalled everything related to that other person.

But he suppressed his impulse and didn’t give himself the chance to continue indulging.

It wasn’t until six years later, when that person was already by his side, that he finally dared to recall everything about her without any reservations.

It was also six years later when he realized that in those lonely, dark years, he hadn’t completely forgotten some things from the past, he had even missed them.

How could all of this have anything to do with anyone other than her?