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.

inviting her to come over for a taste of the season’s first persimmons. She hollered back an affirmative, put her phone down, and prepared to head out.

up sharply, she locked eyes with Leandro’s

she quipped, “Well, well, Mr. Reynolds, this

unfazed by her challenging stare, simply asked,

it to you?” Seraphina retorted, pushing

a solid

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

hand slipped, and she tumbled into his

demanded,

forward into the apartment and shut the door with

tactfully averted

wife emerged, gave him a sharp pinch, and chided him for his

wrists were secured behind her

seem to have quite the grudge,

has anything to do with you…” Seraphina replied. “And as for my grudge, Mr. Reynolds, that’s none of your business. Now let me go!” Instead of complying, he pulled her closer into his embrace.

he anticipated it, capturing her knee and hoisting her leg over

he maintained their awkward tangle

glaring daggers at

unfazed by her glare, slowly began to

widened. “What

with action, using his tie to bind

exclaimed. “It’s illegal! You

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

you and Patrick, and I doubt

spat out.