Tangled in His Obsession

Chapter 22

Balch was a real neat freak. He always hiit the bathroom before wrapping up any meal, even if it was just for a quick hand wash.

This had become a long–term habit, and his friends were used to it.

He pushed the door to the bathroom, finding it empty.

Meanwhile, back in the private dining room where Seraphina was, Terrell was sitting comfortably, reaching out for the cream of mushroom soup that the waiter was bringing over.

But before he could get a grip, the waiter’s hand loosened.

The soup dish fell on the table, splashing most of the soup on Terrell.

Terrell jumped up, “What the hell, man?” This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“I’m so sorry, sir!” The waiter rushed to apologize, grabbing some napkins to clean Terrell up.

But Terrell pushed him away, disgusted.

“Why don’t you head to the bathroom and freshen up? I’ll get you a clean set of clothes right away,” suggested the waiter.

“What are you waiting for?” Terrell said coldly.

The waiter apologized as he walked out of the private dining room. Terrell tossed the tissue he had in his hand onto the table and once again headed towards the restroom.

He hurriedly pushed open the door, lowered his head, and picked up a hand towel from the basin to wipe off the soup stains from his clothes. After almost finishing, he discarded the towel and looked up, only then realizing that there was someone else beside him.

As soon as he saw who it was, Terrell’s face changed color.

But Balch was just washing his hands as usual, not missing a beat.

“Mr. Lawson..” Terrell finally managed to say after a moment of hesitation.

But Balch seemed not to hear him, focusing on washing his hands without even looking his way.

The bathroom was silent, with only the sound of water echoing off the walls. It was eerie how still the air was.

The only other thing that’s still was the breath of Seraphina in one of the stalls.

She was holding her breath, not because of the two guys outside, but because of the man in front of her-

Yes, right now she was hiding in a bathroom stall with a man, or more precisely, she was cornering him in there.

But this man was… Leandro.

Seraphina tried to steady her breathing and heart rate, but most of her energy was spent on keeping Leandro in place, covering his mouth with her hand.

Yet underneath her palm, Leandro’s eyes were growing colder, clearly running out of patience.

Being cornered in a bathroom stall by someone, especially her, was not something Leandro would put up with. Seraphina considered it a miracle that he hadn’t thrown her out yet.

In this situation, Seraphina could hardly pay attention to what’s going on outside, hoping she wouldn’t be discovered.

But Leandro clearly didn’t care about her wishes.

He grabbed her wrist and effortlessly pulled her hand away from his mouth.

Seeing his eyes narrow, clearly about to speak, Seraphina panicked and leaned forward, sealing his mouth with her own.

The sudden kiss seemed to stun Leandro for a moment. But Seraphina had no time to think about that. She took the opportunity to undo his tie, unbutton his shirt, unbuckle his belt…

Within seconds, she had thoroughly messed up Leandro’s normally neat appearance.

Leandro tried to push her away, but Seraphina wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tighter.