Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

The man stood there for a while before approaching her.

It was then that Seraphina 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 scholarly look.

“So it’s Mr. Lawson,” she said with a smile, her voice soft.

Balch Lawson didn’t seem surprised that she recognized him. He just smiled slightly, his eyes

unwavering.

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

Balch elegantly flicked the switch on his lighter, the blue flame flickering between his fingers.

Seraphina tilted her head slightly, lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, watched the smoke slowly rise,

then looked up at the man in front of her and smiled slightly. “Thank you, Mr. Lawson.”

“You’re welcome,” Balch said calmly, put away his lighter, and turned to leave.

But Seraphina suddenly grabbed his sleeve, then draped her arm around his, looking at him with a

sweet smile. Balch seemed somewhat surprised, looking at her without any hint of disgust.

Seraphina’s gaze, however, was fixed behind him.

Balch turned to look, and at the end of the hallway, Ike was coming this way with two others.

Seeing Balch standing next to Seraphina, Ike seemed somewhat surprised, but the smile on his face

remained. “Mr. Lawson, I couldn’t find you in the banquet hall. You came out for some fresh air, I see.”

Balch answered politely, “What can I do for you, Mr. Ike?”

Ike glanced at Seraphina standing behind him and said with a smile, “I was hoping to have a few drinks

with you!”

Before Balch could answer, Seraphina was already clinging to him, cooing, “Mr. Lawson promised to

take me home. He can’t drink anymore.”

Balch looked at her, seemingly understanding something, and nodded in agreement.

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

“Balch… I heard that ever since his wife passed away, he’s been avoiding women, hasn’t he?” one of

the men

behind Ike said.

Ike, puffing on his cigarette, stared at the retreating figures of the two, a smile still on his face, but his

eyes deepened, “That depends on the ability of the woman he comes into contact with…”

Seraphina, arm in arm with Balch, headed towards the hotel entrance, casually glancing back a few

times.

Balch walked steadily, looking calmly ahead, and said softly, “It’s still early, the dance isn’t over yet, Ms.

Bennett, are you sure you want to leave?”

Upon hearing this, Seraphina sighed softly and looked down at her feet.

With just a slight movement, her heels would ache.

“Even if I didn’t want to, I couldn’t help it. I’m wearing a pair of shoes that don’t fit, and I can’t dance all

night.”

Balch followed her gaze and said slowly, “If the shoes don’t fit, you should throw them away sooner.

There’s no need to torture yourself.”

Seraphina laughed after a moment of silence, “Oh no, I can’t do that. After all, I paid for these shoes.

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

Balch didn’t say anything for a moment.

Seraphina tilted her head to look at him, “A nice guy like Mr. Lawson may not understand this kind of

stubbornness in us women.”

At that, Balch smiled slightly.

Once they got in the car, Balch whispered something to the driver. Soon, the driver took out a pair of

cotton

slippers from the trunk and handed them to Balch.

Balch put the slippers near Seraphina’s feet. “Put these on.”

Seraphina looked down at the slippers for a moment, then looked up at Balch, her eyes full of gratitude.

“Mr. Lawson, we’ve just met and you’re already this considerate. Aren’t you afraid I might start to like

you?”

“When we first met, Ms. Bennett, you trusted me enough to get in my car. Weren’t you worried I might

have ulterior motives?” Balch countered.

At this, Seraphina laughed. “I’m not scared. The media calls Mr. Lawson a ‘gentleman businessman.

How could someone who maintains such gentlemanly manners even in business possibly mean harm

to a woman like me?”

Balch simply responded with a smile. “Ms. Bennett, you flatter me.”

“Just call me Seraphina.” She bent down to change her shoes. “In any case, Mr. Lawson, you’ve done

me a big favor today. I must treat you to a meal to show my gratitude.”

Balch quietly sat there, watching her bend over and appreciating her graceful body curves.

“So, when shall we set the date?” Balch suddenly asked.

Seraphina, who had just changed her shoes, laughed when she heard Balch’s words. Then she raised

her eyes to Balch, “Tomorrow. Are you available, Mr. Lawson?”

When Seraphina returned to her rental, as soon as she opened the door, her good friend Sandra Smith

rushed up and grabbed her hand.

Seraphina was startled. “You scared me.”

“Are you okay?” Sandra looked her up and down, her eyes full of concern. “The Whitman family is not

easy to deal with. I was worried you wouldn’t get away safely! Did everything go smoothly?”

Seraphina patted Sandra’s face, smiling. “Don’t worry, everything went smoothly.”

“Who brought you back?”

Seraphina glanced at the cotton slippers she had just taken off. Her eyes were clear and she slowly

said,

“Balch.”

Hearing this, Sandra was shocked. “Are you really planning on getting close to Balch?”

“I already do.” Seraphina looked up at Sandra, her charming smile returning. “After all, that’s why I

came back,

isn’t it?”

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