Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 408

Bowen gave a low chuckle, deeply inhaling from his cigar, before slowly exhaling the smoke and turning to look at Leandro. “Seraphina must be swamped today, isn’t she? I suppose that would make Mt. Reynolds even busier, hmm?”

Someone nearby offered Leandro a cigar, which he promptly refused with a raise of his hand. o busy. After all, not everything requires a hands-on approach”

then did he turn to look at Bowen. “I wouldn’t say I’m particularly

At this, Bowen slowly nodded, maintaining his lighthearted demeanor. He appeared relaxed, and yet there was a certain caution in his eyes that never quite

matched his smile.

Leandro, on the other hand, seemed to barely acknowledge Bowen, his attention mostly centered on Seraphina, occasionally glancing over to watch her sip her wine or nibble at her food.

As the host of the dinner, Hanley couldn’t let this tension persist, so he quickly lifted his wine glass and walked over to Bowen, getting him a glass of wine. “Bowen, why don’t you and Leandro have a drink together? You’re both men of action, there’s ho need to cling to those old grudges.”

Upon hearing this, Bowen indeed lifted his glass in Leandro’s direction. “Mr. Reynolds, let’s leave the past in the past. The future is uncertain, so let’s just take care of each other, shall we?”

Seraphina gave Bowen a look, noting his lazy posture. His words seemed harmless at first, but she knew better. This wasn’t him backing down; it was a challenge.

“Leandro, time to pick up your glass, have a drink.” Hanley quickly moved to Leandro’s side, determined to play the peacemaker.

Leandro, ever respectful of his elders, accepted the glass from Hanley. “I have no hard feelings on my side,” Leandro slowly said, glancing at Seraphina. “After all, I’ve gotten everything I wanted. But I wonder if you truly believe you can move past our history, Mr. Smith?”

Bowen laughed lightly, responding, “Let’s leave the past in the past, and focus on the future.”

Leandro raised an eyebrow, saying, “Fair enough.”

past and the future, it’s all so ethereal. I don’t know what you two are planning, but

“How many women in the world are as fortunate as Mrs. Reynolds? Mr. Reynolds is so accomplished

the man at her side, but rather whether

reached into her purse for a

feet.

it up and read it, his gaze hardening at the words printed there. “A cruise ticket? So you were at the airport this morning to go here, Sera?”

been good at lying. Just a few minutes and I’m already exposed. But for some people, they can keep a lie for over a decade and nobody would

“Usually, those who can keep a lie for that

lies to a woman about loving her, and keeps up that lie for over a decade, does he truly love her, or does

“It’s a hypothetical question, I can’t answer

turning to Bowen.

nature of the question, Sera, I

guilty. That’s why I say we women should never rely on

raised her glass to Bowen, then

a sip of his own wine, his eyes darkening

brushing hair off of the dainty shoulders of Seraphina,

you ever cross me, I’ll be gone in a heartbeat, vanishing to the ends of the earth. You’ll never

chair and risen to his feet. His eyes dashed over Leandro and Seraphina, his deep voice echoing, “Apologies,

and promptly exited the private dining room.

an almost imperceptible wine stain from the corner of her

Bowen stepped out of the private room, he made several calls, his expression

snapped into the phone. “I don’t care how many thousands of people leave the country every day.

task was impossible, but the person on the other end