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.

over for a taste of the season’s first persimmons. She hollered back an affirmative, put her phone down,

locked eyes with Leandro’s unfathomable gaze.

sneer, she quipped, “Well, well, Mr. Reynolds, this is a rare

challenging stare, simply asked, “Where

Seraphina

was immovable, almost like a solid barrier in

no avail, her irritation mounting until she made one

she tumbled into his arms,

she demanded, struggling to

stepped forward into the apartment and shut the door with a decisive

tactfully averted their eyes.

calling Leandro over for persimmons, but then his wife emerged, gave him

Seraphina’s house, she resisted Leandro’s hold with persistent defiance, even as her wrists were secured behind her back. She glared up at him, chin tilted

have quite the grudge, huh?” Leandro

my grudge, Mr. Reynolds, that’s none of your business. Now let me go!” Instead of complying, he pulled her closer into his embrace.

a kick at his shins, but he anticipated it,

their awkward tangle and tossed her

snapped, still glaring

by her glare, slowly began to loosen his

widened. “What

his tie to bind her

You

he flipped her over, easily pinning

Patrick, and I doubt

spat out.