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.

next door, 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

up sharply, she locked eyes

she quipped, “Well, well, Mr. Reynolds, this is a rare honor. What brings

by her challenging stare, simply asked, “Where are you

to you?” Seraphina retorted, pushing against him.

almost like a solid

avail, her irritation mounting until she made one last,

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

demanded, struggling to break free.

apartment and shut the

the bodyguards tactfully

his wife emerged, gave him a sharp pinch, and chided him for his nosiness. Then, she

as her wrists were secured

to have quite the grudge, huh?”

with you…” Seraphina replied. “And as for my grudge, Mr. Reynolds, that’s none of

a kick at his shins, but he anticipated it,

next moment, he maintained their awkward tangle and tossed her

snapped, still glaring daggers at

unfazed by her glare, slowly began

eyes widened. “What are you

action, using his tie to bind her hands behind

“It’s illegal! You really think I won’t have

her over, easily pinning her flailing

you and Patrick, and I

she spat