Chapter 166
Seraphina came down the stairs and walked into the pile of jewelry. She randomly picked up one of the
diamond nes and put it on her neck, then looked at Leandro, “Like it?”
Leandro removed some of the jewelry boxes she had put on the sofa and sat down
Seraphina thought Leandro might ignore her, but Leandro looked at her and slowly said, “Nice.”
Though he looked indifferent, his eyes were firm and serious.
Seraphinaughed. Leandro was a man who didn’t need to lie. If he said it looked nice, then it definitely
was.
“Cool Since you said it’s nice. I’ll help you put them away,” Seraphina said, “You can give it to your
future wife”
Leandro nced at her, his eyes had already be deep. “My wife doesn’t need someone else’s
stuff”
“How can it be someone else’s? I don’t want these things” Seraphina continued while tidying up, “We’re
getting married for our own reasons. We should live in peace. I don’t need gifts like these, and I don’t
use them. So when your real wife receives them, they’ll still be new.”
As she said this, she suddenly thought of something and turned to Leandro, “Your wife doesn’t need
someone else’s stuff, she wouldn’t refuse you too, would she?”
As soon as the words fell, Leandro suddenly went upset.
Seraphinaughed again, “Nah, nah, we’re just a couple in name, not actually, so you’re not someone
else’s.”
After saying this, she threw the jewelry box in her hand and rolled her eyes, “I’m tired, I’ll clean up
tomorrow. Going to bed, night!”
She got up and hurried upstairs, leaving Leandro with only her figure.
It was as if she had been waiting for him toe back just to say these words to him.
Leandro lit a cigarette for himself, raised his head, and his view was still filled with these fine pieces of
jewelry.
She had said it for him to hear, and he had heard it all.
So what?
Leandro slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, his face expressionless.
Seraphina hoped that after their recent encounter, Tiffany would ease off. However, the very next day, a
plethora of wedding dresses, gowns, designers. and their sketches were promptly delivered.
Sitting on the sofa, arms crossed, Seraphina observed as the staff and designers showcased each
dress. Yet, she showed no interest in trying any on
Just as Tiffany was contemting a solution, the apartment doorbell unexpectedly rang
Tiffany hurriedly went to open the door. She was surprised to see the man outside and quickly greeted
him respectfully. “Conway”
At home, thezy Seraphina jumped up from the sofa as soon as she heard this name and ran to the
door just in time to see Magdalen walking in with Conway.
“Conway, howe you’re out of the hospital?” Seraphina asked with a frown, “Did the doctor
discharge you?”
Conway nced at her, “I didn’t leave the hospital, I just came out for a walk.”
Seraphina turned to Magdalen. Magdalen looked at her, apparently not willing to exin anything to
her.
Seraphina had no choice but to help Conway in first.
Seeing the room full of dresses, Conway couldn’t help butugh, “It seems we came at a good time.
We can see what Sera looks like in wedding dresses and gowns Magdalen, do you want to see?”
Magdalen nced at Seraphina again, then smiled, “Of course I do.”
Seraphina, who was not interested at first, suddenly brightened her eyes,pletely different from just
now, and said to Conway, “Since you want to see, I’ll try on each one for you”
Conway justughed. “Good, go change!”
So Seraphina changed one dress after another, and kept asking Conway, “Whichever one you think
looks good, I’ll wear that.”
“You’re really beautiful, Conway said, “To me, you look good in anything. Ask your mom instead!”
Hearing this, Seraphina then looked at Magdalen andughed. “True, mom has the best taste. Mom
can pick the wedding dress and gowns for me”
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Magdalen replied indifferently. “Okay”
“Great” Seraphina answered, then got up to change into another dress.
Tiffany had been assisting Seraphina with her outfit transitions. Since Conway’s entrance on the scene,
Seraphina had disyed a vivacious energy. However, upon her return to the makeshift dressing room
downstairs after theirtest interaction, a stark contrast was evident. It was as if her vitality had been
drained away. She no longer engaged actively with the wardrobe changes. Instead, she stood in front
of the mirror, her gaze distant, seemingly lost in thought.
“Ms. Bet?” Tiffany couldn’t help but call her, “Are you tired? Need a break?”
Seraphina quickly came back to her senses, looked at the mirror again, and smiled, “No, I don’t.”
Seeing Seraphina in the reflection, dressed in her wedding attire, she felt an unexpected wave of
mncholy wash over her. The source of this emotion eluded her, and she was left puzzled by its
presence.
Tiffany, noticing Seraphina’s contemtive state, handed her another dress to try. As Seraphina
changed, Tiffany automatically snapped a picture for
reference.
As Seraphina made her way out of the dressing room, Tiffany’s phone buzzed with a message.
Yasmina was requesting pictures of Seraphina’s fitting session. Without hesitation, Tiffany sent the
recent snapshots her way.
At the Reynolds Group office, Yasmina eagerly showed Keen the newly received images. Take a look,”
she eximed, “These are the most recent pictures of Ms. Bet in her wedding gowns!”
Keen was up to his eyeballs prepping for a meeting with Leandro at anotherpany, he literally didn’t
have a second to deal with Yasmina. So, Yasmina amused herself for a bit, then said, “If I print these
photos out and p ‘em on Mr. Reynolds‘ desk, do you reckon he’d give me a raise?”
Before she could finish her sentence, the door to Leandro’s office swung open and Leandro himself
walked out, overhearing Yasmina’s words.
“What photos?” Leandro asked.
Yasmina quickly got up and handed her phone to Leandro, “They’re snaps of Ms. Bet trying on
wedding dresses. Ms. Bet looks drop–dead gorgeous, she rocks every dress she tries on.”
Leandro looked down at the photos on the phone. On the screen, her eyes, red lips, casually pulled up
hair, and the white wedding dress made her even
more stunning.
Suddenly, a rush of old memories swarmed Leandro’s mind.