Tangled in His Obsession

Chapter 26

The restroom door opened and then closed, but the people inside the stall seemed oblivious or too engrossed to notice.

Leandro remained quiet and aloof, his breath slightly disheveled, yet his kisses were overpowering and dominant, lacking any hint of tenderness.

Could such a profound and cold man really be capable of such passionate kisses?

Seraphina clung to his shoulders, her eyes closed, savoring every sensation he bestowed upon her. Until the moment Leandro pushed past her last boundary

“Wait, wait… she gasped, her voice alluringly hazy.

Leandro actually paused, and in the next instant, he reached out to cup Seraphina’s chin, his voice deep and commanding, “Do you retreat?”

Upon hearing this question, Seraphina hesitated for a moment, locking eyes with Leandro’s profound gaze. She bit her lip and reached downward.

Leandro’s body tensed slightly.

She appeared too eager. In such a moment and atmosphere, he had no reason to deny her the opportunity.

Leandro gradually let her down, his gaze cold as he observed her performance.

Seraphina put on a convincing and sincere act, inching closer to his ear and whispering softly. “You really are cooperating with me, aren’t you?”

Leandro lowered his eyes to look at her, his expression becoming colder.

Seraphina became even bolder.

In the confined space of the stall, something was building up.

Seraphina sensed it, her gaze displaying a mix of coquettishness and resentment as she said, “Mr. Reynolds, do you know… what the biggest difference is between men and women?”

Leandro’s eyes were shadowed, intimidating.

Yet Seraphina was unafraid, laughing softly as she locked eyes with him, simultaneously reaching out to quietly open the stall door.

The moment the door opened, she stepped back, out of the stall.

The bathroom was empty save for the disheveled man and woman, one inside the stall, one outside, looking at each other through the open door.

Seraphina’s eyes were clear and bright, untouched by the amorous atmosphere within the stall.

Even though, just moments before, they had been moments away from complete intimacy. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

As she backed away, Seraphina adjusted her skirt, and somehow, she was now also holding a belt.

Looking at the belt in her hand, Seraphina feigned surprise, then slowly broke into a smile.

“Mr. Reynolds, the biggest difference between men and women is… no matter how far things go, a woman can always easily back out, she glanced at the disheveled Leandro, swinging his belt around, her smile bright and dazzling. “But a man….not necessarily.”

With that, Seraphina fluffed her skirt, held the belt lightly, and turned to leave.

It wasn’t until her footsteps faded away that Leandro looked away, looking down at his current state.

How many years had it been since he’d been in such a mess?

But this feeling…

After seven years, the surprise she brought him was much more than he had imagined…

The sound of a lighter sparked, he lowered his head, lighting a cigarette leisurely for himself.

When he looked up again, his eyes and eyebrows were blurred by the white smoke, only a faint smile could be seen on his lips.

After leaving, Seraphina quickly went into the ladies‘ room next door to freshen up before returning to the private room she had been in before.

Sure enough, Terrell was still sitting in the room, and as soon as he saw her, his gaze locked onto her.

Seraphina’s messyhair, the wrinkles on her skirt, her swollen lips, and flushed cheeks… all these were too obvious to ignore.