Tangled in His Obsession

Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Leandro walked right past her, opened the door to Valerio’s room, took a look, presumably to see Valerio peacefully asleep, and then closed the door again. He paced back and forth, approaching her then distancing himself again. Seraphina looked up at him, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, “Your shower gel smells amazing, what’s the brand?” As she spoke, she got a grip on the belt of Leandro’s robe and started to fiddle with it. Leandro looked down at her actions, then looked back up with a slightly gloomy expression. Seraphina was amused and even more reluctant to let go. “Do you really think that with Aunt Florence here, I wouldn’t dare to touch you?” Leandro finally spoke, his voice low and slightly h o ar se. Seraphina still had a smile at the corner of her mouth, “Do you, Mr. Reynolds, really want to laste the thrill of a bloo dy battle?” “There’s more than one way to share a bed,” Leandro said slowly. Seraphina’s hand movement paused for a moment as she gazed at him. “Besides,” Leandro’s hand slowly gripped her chin, “it’s not like we haven’t tried before.” That sentence brought back a rush of memories.. Those embarrassing and awkward past moments, buried deep in her memory, suddenly surfaced, leaving Seraphina a little breathless. Leandro glanced at her, released her hand, and turned to leave. Seraphina snapped back to reality and chuckled. “How could it be the same?” Seraphina said, “After all, back then, I wasn’t as annoying to Mr. Reynolds as I am now, right?” Leandro paused and looked back at her. Seraphina didn’t back down, meeting his gaze provocatively. By the time Seraphina realized how reckless she was being, she was already back in Leandro’s bed.

There was more than one way for a man and a woman to be intimate on a bed. Just like that year, her innocence had stirred his desires. For Seraphina back then, Leandro was the best man in the world, and even though she was willing to give herself to him completely, he chose the most protective way to satisfy his desires, without truly possessing her. What was she feeling then? Shy but joyful, dazed but excited. That was an intimacy just between them, a precious memory she would never forget. She had carefully protected that secret, until all her dreams and memories shattered, and the secret was buried. For the present Seraphina, that memory brought shame, and the current reality brought clarity. There were moments in the past she thought she had let go of, but now she realized she hadn’t. She had simply hidden some things. When the memories resurfaced, those seemingly disappeared memories came back to her, making her realize that she still hated him. Before she was even aware of it, this hatred had clouded her judgment, making her willing to sacrifice herself to beat him. She just wanted to see this usually arrogant, self-important man succumb to desire, succumb to her body. Even she found it a bit absurd. Reason told her it wasn’t worth it, but reality didn’t allow her to back down. For Leandro, this was an insatiable release of desire. Once the long-hidden desire was exposed, it was like a flood breaking out, with nowhere to hide. From then on, he was never tired of it, never satisfied. Even though they had been intimate countless times the previous night, at this moment, all the memories of that night seemed unreachable. Only their panting breaths and intertwined bodies were real. That night, Leandro was as cold and silent as ever. Seraphina couldn’t even hear his breathing.

But this night, he lost control. Both were tormented by desire, but Seraphina could hear his heavy breathing, feel his chaotic heartbeat, all of which made her realize that who hadn’t Inst Leandro succumbed to desire, but she did not. But in the end, Leandro still didn’t let her go. He bit her lip, pressed down on her body, and finally forced out a scream from Seraphina. After the scream, Seraphina was a bit dazed. Leandro’s breath was in her ear, bringing her back to reality. Oh well, Seraphina thought with some annoyance, she only succumbed to her body’s response, she didn’t lose. With that thought, she turned to look at Leandro. Leandro was already sitting up, ready to go to the bathroom to clean himself up. Seraphina chuckled and kicked him lightly with her somewhat numb legs. Leandro looked back at her, and Seraphina’s smile was even brighter, “Mr. Reynolds, how does it feel to sleep with a woman you hate? Do you feel sick afterwards?” Leandro gave her a glance and headed into the bathroom. Seraphina planned on spending the night in his bed just to annoy him, but the sticky feeling on her body was too uncomfortable, so she had to go back to her own room to shower. When Leandro came out of the bathroom, all that was left for him was an empty bed. Facing the mess on the bed, he remembered the question Seraphina had asked him. What was it like to sleep with a woman you hate? Too bad, he couldn’t answer her question. It wasn’t until dawn that Seraphina finally fell asleep. She managed a few hours of sleep but kept waking up. Seeing the sun had already risen, she got up. The Reynolds Vista Retreat was very quiet, seemingly devoid of people. Seraphina, rubbing her shoulders, descended the stairs, just as a maid was coming out of the kitchen.

Seeing her, the maid greeted, “Good morning, Ms. Bennett. What would you like to eat?” Seraphina thought for a moment, “Do you have milk?” “Yes, we have soy milk, skimmed milk, and regular milk. Which one would you like?” “Just the usual, Seraphina said, taking a seat at the dining table. Just as the maid had set down a glass of milk, there was a rustling from the stairway. As Seraphina turned to look, she saw Gloria, the person in the house who disliked her the most. Sure enough, the sight of her turned Gloria’s face sour. Seraphina greeted her politely, “Good morning, Gloria.” Gloria gave her the cold shoulder. As the lady of the Reynolds family, everyone aside from the main male members were expected to obey her. The Reynolds family had once shared her dislike for Seraphina. But now, they were all warming up to her, something Glorial found hard to swallow and downright refused to do. Gloria grabbed her handbag, ready to head out, but then noticed a possible kiss mark on Seraphina’s neck. She stopped in her tracks, then after a moment, marched over to Seraphina, “What were you up to last night?” Seraphina, spoon in hand, looked up at her, then followed her gaze down to her own body. It didn’t take her long to catch on, and she replied with a grin, “Gloria, you should be asking your son what he was up to last night, not me.”