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.

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

eyes with Leandro’s

a mocking sneer, she quipped, “Well, well, Mr. Reynolds,

by her challenging stare, simply

you?” Seraphina retorted,

like a solid barrier in

to no avail, her irritation mounting until she

slipped, and she tumbled into his arms, which closed snugly around her.

me go!” she demanded, struggling to break

stepped forward into the apartment and shut

tactfully

calling Leandro over for persimmons, but then his wife emerged, gave him a sharp pinch, and chided him for his nosiness. Then, she dragged him back

defiance, even as her wrists were secured behind

seem to have quite the grudge, huh?” Leandro

my grudge, Mr. Reynolds, that’s none of your business. Now let

kick at his shins, but he anticipated it, capturing her

the next moment, he maintained their awkward

she snapped, still glaring

by her glare, slowly began to loosen his tie.

“What are

with action, using his tie to bind her hands

violence!” Seraphina exclaimed. “It’s illegal! You really think I won’t have you

secured her hands, he flipped her over, easily pinning her flailing legs, and then

up that news about you and Patrick, and I doubt any judge

she spat