Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 395

Valerio’s bedroom was quiet, the only illumination coming from a small bedside lamp casting a soft glow on Seraphina’s slumbering face.

Leandro stood in the doorway, momentarily stunned as he took in the sight. It had been so long since he had last seen her sleep peacefully.

Quietly, he made his way to the bed and settled himself on the edge.

As soon as he sat down, Seraphina moved, her eyes fluttering open.

At the sight of him, her expression was dazed, slowly giving way to clarity. Yet she remained in bed, lazily mumbling, “Oh, it’s you…”

Her tone was languid, devoid of any emotion, yet for some reason, Leandro found himself asking, “Disappointed?”

Seraphina glanced at him, still half-asleep, before muttering, “What’s there to be disappointed about? I saw it coming.”

“What did you see coming?”

“Your son,” she replied. “He’s been acting strange lately. I knew he was up to something, that little rascal.”

Leandro paused before responding, “And you didn’t stop him?”

“I didn’t have the energy, Seraphina confessed, burrowing deeper into the covers. “Leandro, do you know how exhausting it is to look after a child all day?

I thought I had plenty of energy, but compared to him, I feel old… I can’t keep up…”.

With a yawn, she closed her eyes once more, appearing ready to return to sleep.

Leandro remained seated on the bed, silently watching her for a while.

It was a long time before Seraphina moved again, her eyes remaining closed as if she had fallen back asleep.

Leandro finally stood up, his hand gently brushing her hair away from her face before he turned to leave.

exit, Seraphina’s

already?” she

paused, not turning back to look at her. “What else should I do?”

before chuckling, “Your son went to all that trouble to set this up, and you’re

look at her, his gaze deep

you were tired.” he

Seraphina’s face was hidden by the covers, but she sighed softly in response. “Since when has whether I’m tired or not

words, though light-hearted, held a deeper implication.

not a fool; he understood her perfectly, and he didn’t need to hide his

undid a couple of buttons on his shirt. Then, he scooped Seraphina into his arms and carried her out of their son’s room and into his

a soft click, sealing them off

of how many early mornings it

schedules, they often found themselves meeting late at night, and having intimate moments until the

if Leandro was not yet satisfied, the early morning could

Especially tonight.

Tonight was different.

true

blood, carrying both of their bloodlines. Even though he was not a product of love, he was a testament to their

past that might not have been pleasant, but was

existence was important.

realization left Leandro somewhat unhinged, and Seraphina, ever accommodating, only

body against his made it impossible for Leandro to let her go. Seraphina lay

lay in silence, neither of them asleep.

the silence. “I’ve found out about

at

from Velvetwood’s

though expected, was cruel.

seen the evils of the world, could never come to terms with the abandonment of children by their

be so easily severed, let alone for