Tangled in His Obsession

Chapter 333

Even though Seraphina said so, Keen still looked hesitant. After a good while, he cautiously suggested, “Maybe I should ask Mr. Reynolds’ opinion first?”

At this, Seraphina got annoyed and gave him a little shove. “If I wanted his opinion, I could ask him myself. Why would I ask you?”

Keen sighed softly and said, “Mrs. Reynolds, Mr. Reynolds only wants you to rest and stop worrying about the people and things in Sunburst City. That’s why he asked you to stay in Summitville. It’s his goodwill, so why are you treating it like this?”

Hearing this, Seraphina pulled back her hand and fell silent, thinking for a while. Then she said, “You’re right.”

Over the years, she had been to many places, but never had she felt as at peace as she did now in Summitville.

It was Leandro’s kindness and a rare moment of tranquility for her.

She really shouldn’t have treated it like this.

And looking at Bowen’s current strength and behavior, he wasn’t nearly powerful enough to influence the Reynolds Group. She didn’t have to be in such a hurry. It was okay to wait until his intentions were clearer before asking about it.

But even though Seraphina thought so, once curiosity was stirred, it wasn’t easy to calm down. So she got angrier at Keen and eventually drove him away.

Being driven away, Keen actually felt relieved. After letting out a sigh of relief, he left quickly, afraid that Seraphina might change her mind and call him back.

In fact, not long after he left, Seraphina did regret it. But there was nothing she could do but try to relax.

Valerio was still happily attending several summer training courses, and his relationship with the teachers was gradually building up. Seraphina didn’t want him to give up halfway, so she took him to class every day.

But she was still a little worried about the things in Sunburst City, not as carefree as before.

One day, Valerio was attending a painting class where the content was about figures. So, Seraphina unusually went into the studio to be his model.

This little thing led to Seraphina having a dream about Sandra that night.

The dream was about their childhood, probably when they first started junior high. Back then, Seraphina joined a painting club, and Sandra signed up for a handicraft class on her own. But she often didn’t want to learn those complicated decoration courses and would sneak away to the painting class to chat with Seraphina.

In her dream, Seraphina saw the two of them sitting in the painting room chatting from morning till night, about all sorts of trivial things.

In the dream, Seraphina felt like she had something to tell Sandra, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember what it was. Even if she did remember, she would suddenly be stopped and couldn’t say it out.

This feeling made Seraphina very anxious, so anxious that she didn’t want to stay in the dream anymore.

Thinking this, she suddenly opened her eyes and woke up. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

The room was quiet, with

nly Valerio’s breathing sound echoing in her ears.

Seraphina lay quietly for a while, the clear dream gradually fading away. At the same time, the anxiety also gradually faded, and she picked up her phone to check the time.

It was 1:30 in the morning, still a long way till dawn.

Seraphina lay in bed with her eyes wide open for a while, but couldn’t fall asleep again. She simply turned on the bedside lamp and got up.

Valerio was still sleeping quietly on the bed, not awakened by her movement.

Seraphina put on her clothes and walked over to get herself a glass of water, then sat down on the small sofa.

Valerio’s painting homework was on the small table. When Seraphina was bored, she opened it and took a look.

Valerio hadn’t been learning painting for long, but his talent was surprising. Each painting in the album showed progress, especially the one he did of Seraphina today. Although it was simple, it was detailed and vivid.

Looking at it, Seraphina couldn’t help but smile. Unintentionally, she turned to the next page and found another painting.

The painting was of a man in a well-tailored suit with neat short hair, but his face was blurred. If it weren’t for Valerio having drawn Leandro’s favorite tie clip, Seraphina wouldn’t have been able to

identify who the person in the painting was.

Seeing Leandro like this, Seraphina couldn’t help but laugh.

This was probably the result of a father not spending much time with his child. Even if the child had a talent for painting, he couldn’t draw a clear image of his father.

Seraphina slowly put down the album, but her gaze suddenly fell on the paintbrush next to it.

Perhaps out of boredom, she picked up a paintbrush and started adding details to the Leandro that Valerio had painted.

He was her favorite person, so she quickly sketched his face.

Seraphina didn’t think much of it, just wanted to help Valerio improve his painting, and soon painted the blurred, amorphous man into a vivid Leandro. It wasn’t until she had finished redrawing his hair and shoes that Seraphina put down the brush and looked at her work closely.

She hadn’t seriously painted for eight years, and although the feeling of holding a paintbrush was still familiar, she felt her painting wasn’t good enough, not accurate enough.

But this man was indeed very different from eight years ago, wasn’t he?

Just as she was vaguely thinking, suddenly there was a soft knock at the door of her room. Seraphina came back to her senses, thinking that she might have disturbed her bodyguard by having the light on for too long in the middle of the night. So she went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, she saw the man she had just been painting on paper standing in reality at her door.

For a moment, Seraphina didn’t know how to react. She looked at the man in front of her, then back at the painting on the table.

The moonlight was dim in the middle of the night, and Leandro didn’t look like he had just arrived.

If he had just arrived, he would have alarmed the bodyguards. At this point, Seraphina should have been able to see a bodyguard or two.

But she didn’t see them, which means Leandro had already dismissed the bodyguards.

How long had he been standing here?

The curtains in the room couldn’t completely cover the window. Even when closed, you could still peek into the room from a certain angle.

Seraphina never paid too much attention to this because she always had her bodyguard around.

But now…

She realized it a tad too late, tried to tidy up the drawings on the table, but time wasn’t on her side.

Leandro reached out and grabbed her. He didn’t seem rushed or nervous. He just calmly asked, “Why are you still up so late, sitting there for so long?”

Seraphina clenched her teeth, shooting him a glare, “Why are you still up so late, standing at someone else’s door?”

After she said that, she swiftly reached out to grab the drawing on the table. Once she had it in her hands, she hid it behind her like it was some prized possession she was afraid he’d snatch.

Leandro didn’t try to grab it. He just wrapped his arms around her from behind and whispered, “Let me have a look.”