Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 413

With the warmth in her eyes, Leandro was frozen in place, but couldn’t help leaning in and kissing her.

Seraphina had had more than a few drinks, but she was still sober. Seeing him lean in, she quickly turned her head and ducked behind him.

Leandro, having missed his chance, showed no reaction on his face. Instead, he subtly reached out and tightly grasped her hand.

This scene, witnessed by the crowd in the dining room, was yet another testament to their relationship. For a moment, everyone seemed to have a clear understanding of Seraphina’s place in the family.

No matter how much resentment or unwillingness they felt, the truth was right in front of them.

The family feast ended around nine. The remaining activities like drinking or dancing, were left to individual interests.

Leandro’s cousins had no interest in such festivities. Led by Ferne, they left early, leaving only the older family members to sit in the garden, sipping wine and chatting.

As a mother of a school-aged child, Seraphina naturally stayed with Valerio, telling him stories about the Thanksgiving tradition.

Valerio, enthralled, begged her to tell him more and before they knew it, it was late into the night.

It wasn’t until Conway decided to go sleep that everyone started to leave. Everyone made a point to say their goodbyes to Leandro and Seraphina, their attitudes surprisingly mild.

last to leave. Before he left, he said to Seraphina, “Knowing that Valerio is your son makes me very happy.”

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Seraphina. It was as though he could see

happy too, wouldn’t she?” Bruce added, a touch of sorrow in his

finally spoke. “She’s with my dad now, probably very

not saying anything more before getting into his car with the

driver to take him to his villa, not to the Reynolds Vista

relationship with Gloria, a marriage of many years, seemed to be nothing more than a tangled

a sad thought, how a marriage could end up

world end up going down that same path?

behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning in to kiss her

–

held back all evening, and now with only the two of them left in the garden, he no longer had to

kiss was hot, a clear indication of his

face him, asking softly, “Did your mom and dad ever have a

this question. He frowned slightly, pausing before answering,

questioned further.

“Never.” Leandro confirmed.

detachment in his gaze as he spoke of this, as though there were