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Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina) novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163

When Leandro came downstairs, Seraphina was in the process of cracking open a new bottle of wine. She took a sip, and then put the glass down and heaved a deep sigh

Before she could finish sighing, she saw Leandre descending from the stairs.

The dim light barely touched his features, leaving only the silhouette of a tall, silent figure.

For an instant, Seraphina questioned if this was all a figment of her imagination

In past hazy dreams, he always seemed to duft away, much like this.

But this time, he was approaching, step by step.

It was only when he reached the bar that reality hit Seraphina. This wasn’t a dream.

She let out a soft chuckle

Leandro glanced at her, his gaze landing on the opened bottles of wine in front of her. Three or four bottles, each only slightly consumed, then left aside.

Seeing this, Seraphina explained, “These wines are too strong. They don’t seem to sit well with me.”

As she finished talking, she stood up from her chair, “Ah, forget it, I think I’ll go to a bar instead.”

Despite having just woken up, she hadn’t removed her makeup or changed her clothes, so heading out was no biggie

Seraphina grabbed her phone, ready to head out.

“What do you fancy drinking? I can find it for you”

Leandro’s voice came from behind. Seraphina turned back to see him sitting on the couch, quietly watching her.

“Really?” she asked, slightly incredulous.

Leandro gave a nod.

Seraphina returned to the bar, sitting down and looking at him, “So, any wine will do?”

Leandro didn’t respond this time, but his silence was an affirmation.

Seraphina then began to ponder. After a while, she realized she knew very little about fine wines. The only one she could name was the most common one: “A Lafite?”

Leandro pulled out his phone, swiftly sent a message, then without hesitation asked, “Anything else?”

“Sure” Seraphina, seeing the situation turning in her favor, quickly pulled out her phone. Googling and reading out a string of wine names she had just found, “Romanee Conti, Petrus, Margaux Oh, it says here that the 1869 Lafite tastes better. Can you even find a hundred–year–old wine? I’m really curious what it tastes like ”

As she read out the names, Leandro just watched her quietly, occasionally sending a message or two.

Half an hour later, the doorbell of the apartment started to ring in succession

The wine deliveries came in several batches, some from vineyard owners, and even Leandro’s old friend, Edgar Lamont

Unlike the respectful and cautious others, Edgar was naturally different. As soon as he entered, he began to grumble, “What’s the matter with you? Can’t sleep without a few sips of wine? Romanee Conti, that’s easy, I just happen to have some. But 1869 Lafite? What the hell were you thinking? Where am I supposed to find that?”

As soon as he finished his rant, he spotted Seraphina sitting at the bar and froze.

In front of Seraphina were rows of red wine. Seeing him, she smiled and shook her head.

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