Tangled in His Obsession Series

Chapter 162
The moment the topic of children came up, Peterson instantly regretted it. But the words were out of his mouth and he was
clueless how to deal with it, so he just looked at Seraphina silently.
Seraphina’s face was calm. After a while, she let out a gentle laugh. “Before you said those words, I thought you didn’t give a
damn”
Back then, Peterson was head over heels for her, pursuing her like a man possessed Seraphina, on the other hand, couldn’t
care less about him, going out of her way to avoid him. Just when Peterson was on the verge of giving up, he stumbled upon
Betty
After finding out about Betty, Peterson went MIA for a couple of days. When he showed up again, he pursued Seraphina even
harder than before.
She was in her early twenties then, juggling her studies while taking care of Betty. Life was tough but Peterson came along.
He truly cherished Betty, being very patient and attentive, always finding ways to make her happy.
Betty was fond of him, but Peterson was only present in her short life for six months.
Half a year later, Betty passed away. Peterson then shifted all his attention to Seraphina, spoiling her as he did Betty.
So Seraphina thought, he really didn’t care.
But his nonchalant façade couldn’t hide his genuine concern for her.
“Sera, I... Peterson wanted to explain, but he was at a loss for words.
“So in your eyes, while courting me, children are tools for you to use, and when you’re angry, children are your weapons against
me, Seraphina said, looking at him “Such a straightforward love.”
Peterson suddenly reached out to grab her, his voice hoarse, “You know I genuinely loved Betty!”
Seraphina forcefully shook off his hand, her eyes growing cold, “Are you done?”
Peterson looked at her, took a long pause before finally saying. “Sera, I’m sorry.”

Seraphina didn’t respond, she got up and was about to leave
Peterson quickly got up and moved in front of her, wrapping her tightly in his arms from behind.
“Sera, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know you’re mad at me, blaming me... but you know how much I care about you...” Peterson’s head
buried in the crook of her neck, his voice low and husky, “Can you give me some time? Once I sort my family issues, we can go
back to how we were...
Seraphina was looking at the sky outside the window, let out a soft sigh, “Peterson, if you had told me all this before you started
with Ms. Whitman, I might have said yes. But now, do you really think it’s possible?”
That night, when Leandro got back to the apartment, Seraphina was on the living room floor helping Valerio with his arts and
crafts homework.
Hearing the door, Seraphina looked up at him and said with a smile, “Mr. Reynolds, you’re back early today”
She then went back to her task while Leandro walked to the couch, his gaze resting on Seraphina’s calm profile for a long time.
Until Seraphina looked up at him again, “Mr. Reynolds, this is your son’s homework. Aren’t you going to help?”
Leandro finally looked from Seraphina to the scattered cardboard on the floor. The project was a DIY storage cabinet with
drawers, a task seemingly beyond both Seraphina’s and Valerio’s abilities.
Slipping off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves, Leandro stepped in. With his assistance, the assembly progressed with
ease, and the cabinet neared completion. Seraphina simply watched, not contributing, while Valerio eagerly assisted, handing
tools to Leandro as needed.
Leandro worked on the cabinet in silence, only looking up at Valerio when it was finished, “Done.”
Valerio was ecstatic, showing a rare genuine smile, circling the cabinet time and again, showing the flexible drawer to Seraphina.
“Alright, alright, I know you’re brilliant” Seraphina reached out to pinch his face, “You’re so smart.”
Leandro looked at Seraphina again
This time, Seraphina noticed and met his gaze, “Mr. Reynolds, do you have something to say?”

His eyes were deep, whether filled with too many emotions or devoid of any, Seraphina couldn’t tell. She just had a feeling that
Leandro wasn’t in a good mood today
Leandro didn’t answer her, and Seraphina wasn’t interested in pressing further, she patted Valerio’s butt, “Alright, time for bath
and bed now that your homework’s done. I’m too tired to play with you anymore.”
With that, she got up and led Valerio upstairs
Leandro sat on the couch, lit a cigarette, watching silently as Seraphina led Valerio upstairs.
After putting Valerio to bed, Seraphina didn’t come back downstairs, she went straight to her room and fell fast asleep.
She had been worried about Conway’s health recently and hadn’t been sleeping well, but tonight, she fell asleep quickly.
In her dreams, it was as if she was back in Starhaven, in her first apartment in Velvetwood.
The apartment was found by Sandra, so it was quite spacious. The large living room was divided into several areas – a seldom
used entertainment area, her study and office area, and a large children’s play area.
She saw herself sitting in front of the computer busy writing her thesis, while behind her, in the cordoned off children’s play area,
Betty seemed to have grown tired of her toys. She crawled up from the ground, walked to the fence, stood on her tiptoes and
called out, “Mama“”
She turned around to see the little girl pouting and acting all cute, “Hold me-”
With a helpless smile, she stood up and walked to the fence. She bent down to pick her up, but all she got was air. Seraphina
suddenly woke up. When she opened her eyes, she realized she had slept without even turning off the lights. The digital clock by
the bed showed it was midnight, but she didn’t feel sleepy anymore. Slowly, she sat up
When Leandro heard the sound of doors opening and closing in the corridor, the cigarette in his hand was half smoked.
He sat by the floor–to–ceiling window in his study, not moving an inch.
The sky was clear, and the night outside the window was unusually full of stars. But each star seemed dull and lifeless. Not until
his cigarette had burned to the end did he throw the butt into the ashtray and stood up to leave the room.

Downstairs, only the floor lights were on. In the dim light, Seraphina sat alone at the bar. In front of her was a glass, and next to it
were three or four opened bottles of booze.