Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 441

On a mundane Tuesday, after dropping her son Valerio off at school, Seraphina lounged on the couch, idly scrolling through her phone until she landed on Leandro’s WhatsApp chat.

Their last exchange was still the video call they had on the day Seraphina bumped into Patrick at the airport.

The following day, the tabloids. were abuzz with her scandal with Patrick, and since then, that chat page had remained untouched.

Staring at Leandro’s name for a moment, Seraphina tapped on the payment feature and typed in an amount: $1,000. She sent the transfer, but the screen showed no change.

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Five minutes later, she picked up her phone again, the screen unaltered.

So, she initiated another transfer, sending another $1,000 his way.

Still, no response.

Almost mechanically, she hit the transfer button repeatedly, sending a string of identical amounts until a system alert popped up, notifying her that she’d exceeded the daily transaction limit.

Scrolling up, she counted twenty messages sent, with no reaction from Leandro.

Twenty minutes later, she sent a message – [I was testing my transfer limits. Now you can give my money back.”

Not long after, she received a notification from Keen-four transfers of $5,000 each, precisely the sum she’d sent to Leandro.

Quickly switching back to Leandro’s chat, it remained as static as before.

Playing hard to get, huh? Biting her lip in frustration, Seraphina was ready to drop the issue.

of the season’s first persimmons. She hollered back an affirmative, put her phone down, and prepared to head out. But as she opened her door, she unexpectedly collided with a

sharply, she locked eyes with

up? With a mocking sneer, she quipped, “Well, well, Mr. Reynolds, this is a rare honor. What

by her challenging stare, simply asked, “Where are

to you?” Seraphina retorted, pushing against

like a

avail, her irritation mounting until she made one last, desperate

of moving him, her hand slipped, and she tumbled into his arms, which closed snugly around her.

me go!” she demanded, struggling

and shut the door with a

tactfully averted

gave him a sharp pinch, and chided him for his nosiness. Then, she dragged him back inside.

persistent defiance, even as her wrists were secured behind her back. She glared up

to have quite the grudge,

death has anything to do with you…” Seraphina replied. “And as for my grudge, Mr. Reynolds, that’s none of your business. Now

shins, but he anticipated it, capturing her

the next moment, he maintained their awkward tangle and tossed

snapped, still glaring daggers at

slowly

“What are

using his tie to bind her hands

exclaimed. “It’s illegal! You really think

he flipped her over, easily pinning her flailing legs, and then cupped her face in his

that news about you and Patrick, and I

spat