Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 54

The thought flashed through Seraphina's mind before it was interrupted by Leandro's lips on her neck, making her gasp out loud.

Hearing her seductive moan, Leandro broke off the kiss and looked at her. Seraphina didn't feel embarrassed at all, it was just instinct.

But she was a bit puzzled. Wasn't Leandro supposed to hate her guts? The guy who wouldn't touch her even if she was the last woman on earth, why was he acting like this now?

Could it be that even if he loathed her to the core, seeing her in Balch's arms still stirred up his so-called male possessiveness and pride?

However, Seraphina quickly dismissed this thought. After all, Leandro would never be thinking so.

How can such a cold fish be swayed by emotions?

So, there's only one possible explanation left. He's probably worried about his grandpa's condition and just looking for a way to blow off steam, and she just happened to be there.

At this thought, Seraphina couldn't help but chuckle.

Leandro looked at her, "Something funny?"

"Yeah, funny," Seraphina lifted her gaze to meet his, "And here I thought Mr. Reynolds had the patience of a saint. Turns out you're not that different from any other guy. When push comes to shove, I don't look so bad, do I?"

"So this is your true feelings for Balch?" Leandro sneered.

Seraphina looked down at herself, then reached up to touch her own clothes.

"My true feelings for him are right here, but right now my body is not under my control. I don't have the strength to push you away. Do you really think if I say 'I don't want to', you will suddenly grow a heart and let me go?"

As soon as Seraphina finished speaking, Leandro tightened his grip on her. She let out a cry, her body curling up slightly as she leaned against Leandro for support.

"I've told you before, whether you want to or not, it doesn't matter to me," Leandro said emotionlessly. His actions, however, were anything but.

Just as things were about to spiral out of control, hurried footsteps and Lacy's voice came from the hallway, "Mr. Reynolds, Conway's awake!"

...

By the time Seraphina got to Conway's bedside, Conway was looking listless. It wasn't until he saw her that a spark returned to his eyes.

"Grandpa, you scared me. Are you feeling ok?" Seraphina whispered, holding Conway's hand.

Conway smiled, patting her arm gently with a somewhat hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

As he was speaking, Conway's gaze suddenly shifted to a certain spot on Seraphina's body.

Following his gaze, Seraphina noticed a vivid hickey on her neck. She quickly covered it with her hand, pretending nothing happened. "Grandpa!"

Conway diverted his gaze, looking at the ceiling and laughing.

Seraphina knew she looked a mess right now. Conway lying in bed couldn't see her wrinkled dress, but judging by his laughter, he probably guessed it.

She couldn't help but give Conway a glare.

After Conway finished laughing, he asked, "Where's Leandro?"

Seraphina rolled her eyes, "Of course you'd ask about your grandson first. He's not as devoted as me. I came to see you the moment you woke up."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Leandro walked in through the door.

Seraphina turned around and saw that Leandro had changed his clothes. She glanced down at his lower body, the bulge from earlier was gone.

Turning back, Seraphina found Conway staring at her.

"Alright, alright, I'll go wash my face and then come back to keep you company, okay?"

Seraphina left Conway's room and stood at the door for a moment before slowly heading towards the east end of the corridor.

When she got to the fifth door, she stopped.

This used to be her room, where she lived for eight years.

Seraphina took a deep breath, gripped the doorknob, turned it, and to her surprise, the door opened easily. She instinctively reached out to touch the wall, flipping the switch. The familiar light immediately lit up the entire room.

For a moment, Seraphina was lost in thought.

After seven years, the room she used to live in looked exactly the same as it did back then.

Everything in her room had been perfectly preserved.

Seraphina walked into the room, looking around at all the familiar stuff, and for a moment, she was kind of spaced out, until she caught sight of herself in the mirror.

Twenty-five-year-old Seraphina standing in her room from when she was eighteen felt like a fish out of water.

She snapped back to reality, looking at her wrinkled dress in the mirror and couldn't help but chuckle.

Then, Seraphina opened the closet in her room and found her old clothes.

The old house had always been taken care of, and surprisingly enough, even her room was no exception. There was still a faint fragrance lingering on her old clothes as Seraphina picked them up.

Seraphina casually picked out a dress that should still fit and headed to the bathroom.