Female Novel
Chapter 162
Chapter 162
The moment the topic of children came up, Peterson instantly regretted it. But the words were out of hismouth 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, Ithought you didn’t give a damn”
Back then, Peterson was head over heels for her, pursuing her like a man possessed Seraphina, onthe other hand, couldn’t care less about him, going out of her way to avoid him. Just when Petersonwas 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, hepursued Seraphina even harder than before.
She was in her early twenties then, juggling her studies while taking care of Betty. Life was tough butPeterson 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 heras he did Betty.novelbin
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, childrenare 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 careabout you…” Peterson’s head buried in the crook of her neck, his voice low and husky, “Can you giveme 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 meall this before you started with Ms. Whitman, I might have said yes. But now, do you really think it’spossible?”
That night, when Leandro got back to the apartment, Seraphina was on the living room floor helpingValerio with his arts and crafts homework.
Hearing the door, Seraphina looked up at him and said with a smile, “Mr. Reynolds, you’re back earlytoday”
She then went back to her task while Leandro walked to the couch, his gaze resting on Seraphina’scalm profile for a long time.
Until Seraphina looked up at him again, “Mr. Reynolds, this is your son’s homework. Aren’t you going tohelp?”
Leandro finally looked from Seraphina to the scattered cardboard on the floor. The project was a DIYstorage 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, theassembly progressed with ease, and the cabinet neared completion. Seraphina simply watched, notcontributing, 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 theflexible 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’sbutt, “Alright, time for bath and bed now that your homework’s done. I’m too tired to play with youanymore.”
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 andfell fast asleep.
She had been worried about Conway’s health recently and hadn’t been sleeping well, but tonight, shefell 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 intoseveral areas – a seldom used entertainment area, her study and office area, and a large children’splay area.
She saw herself sitting in front of the computer busy writing her thesis, while behind her, in thecordoned off children’s play area, Betty seemed to have grown tired of her toys. She crawled up fromthe 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 shegot was air. Seraphina suddenly woke up. When she opened her eyes, she realized she had sleptwithout even turning off the lights. The digital clock by the bed showed it was midnight, but she didn’tfeel sleepy anymore. Slowly, she sat up
When Leandro heard the sound of doors opening and closing in the corridor, the cigarette in his handwas 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 seemeddull 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 herwas a glass, and next to it were three or four opened bottles of booze.