Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 4

After the main part of the engagement ceremony, the dance party was up next. After Peterson and Edith finished their first dance, more youngsters joined in the fun on the dance floor, having a whale of a time.

Upstairs in the lounge, the Whitmans and the Millers were sitting together, their faces grave after a heated. argument. Ike Whitman, the second son of the Whitman family, was nonchalantly leaning against the window, intrigued by the scene on the dance floor.-

Among the sea of soft, muted colors, a lady in a red dress stood out, her skirt swirling with her dance moves, oozing artistic flair.

The party had been going on for just twenty minutes, and Seraphina had already had five dance partners. Yet, there were still plenty of dudes lurking around, hoping for a chance to dance with her.

The door was pushed open, and Peterson and Edith came in. Edith’s dad immediately picked up a glass of water and threw it at Peterson’s feet.

Ike turned around when he heard the noise.

The parents started arguing again, but Edith and Peterson remained silent, one with a stiff face, the other puffing away on his cigarette, frowning.

The lounge door was pushed open again, and the bridesmaid Amelia appeared, panting.

Edith looked at her with a poker face. “Where have you been?”

“I… I was locked in the toilet. I just managed to get out.” Amelia was startled by the tense atmosphere in the room. “What happened?”

Edith sneered, then turned to look at Ike.

Ike smiled and said, “Come on, it’s a day of celebration. Don’t frown all the time. As for Seraphina… I’ll take care

of it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Peterson looked up at him, his face dark.

Ike had already turned his head, his gaze returning to the banquet hall.

The dance floor was still buzzing.

Apart from the boisterous atmosphere, the open garden at the end of the corridor seemed serene and tranquil.

Seraphina was leaning at the entrance of the garden, holding a slim ladies‘ cigarette in her hand, but it wasn’t

lit.

was in no hurry, tiptoeing patiently.

dressed man

him. When he turned around, she raised the cigarette in her hand.

me a light?”

wind swept through the garden. Standing in the breeze in her red

stood there for a while before

got a good look at him. He was about thirty–five or six, tall and thin, dressed in a well–fitted black suit. He was wearing black–rimmed glasses, and he had long, gentle eyebrows and eyes, giving him a refined and

said with a smile, her voice soft.

seem surprised that she recognized him. He just smiled slightly, his

tycoon like him, there was hardly anyone in Sunburst City who didn’t know him.

elegantly flicked the switch on his lighter, the

a deep drag, watched the smoke slowly rise, then looked up at the man in front of her and smiled slightly. “Thank

welcome,” Balch said calmly, put away his lighter, and turned

draped her arm around his, looking at him with a

gaze, however, was fixed

at the end of the hallway,

surprised, but the smile on his face remained. “Mr. Lawson, I couldn’t find you in

can I do for you,

and said with a smile, “I was hoping to have a few drinks with you!”

clinging to him, cooing, “Mr. Lawson promised to take me home. He can’t drink

her, seemingly understanding something, and nodded

said goodbye to Ike, arm in arm with Seraphina, they strolled away.

away, he’s been avoiding

behind Ike said.

the two, a smile still on his face, but his eyes deepened, “That depends on the ability

arm with Balch, headed towards the hotel entrance, casually glancing back a few times.

“It’s still early, the dance

and looked down at

slight movement, her heels would ache.

it. I’m wearing a pair of shoes that don’t fit, and I can’t dance

the shoes don’t fit, you should throw them away sooner. There’s no need to torture yourself.”

The more uncomfortable they make me feel, the more I want to step on them, for as

say anything for a moment.

at him, “A nice guy like Mr. Lawson

Balch

something to the driver. Soon, the driver took out