Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 140

His relationship with Seraphina might be confusing to those around them, but it was crystal clear between them.

She might have tried to erase all their past, but when she found out he was behind her return to Sunburst City, the memories flooded back.

She probably still hated him. She hated him for treating her like a booty call. With her character now, she’d definitely want to get back at him.

He knew what to expect, so he just watched before..

Her flirtatiousness, her come-ons, her deliberate indulgence, her feigned hurt… he saw it all, and even if he played along sometimes, he wouldn’t get too hooked

Now, she started playing hide and seek.

Alright then, he’ll play along.

Las Vegas was miles away from Moonhaven. Keen had the means but felt stretched thin, let alone Leandro who didn’t have the means at all, so he hired a few private detective agencies to look for Seraphina

However, they came up empty after half a month.

Keen was at his wit’s end every day with no news from Seraphina, while Leandro was business as usual, working when he should, resting when he should, seemingly unbothered.

But Keen still noticed something was off.

Like how the dark circles under the company executives‘ eyes were getting worse by the day. Their eye bags were heavier too, obviously overworked.

Keen didn’t know why until one day a senior came to talk to him “Mr. Keen, have you noticed Mr. Reynolds has been working very hard lately?”

Keen was taken aback, “Not really”

had been with Leandro for years and was used to Leandro’s do–it–yourself style, devoting most of his time outside of his breaks to work. So he didn’t feel anything

for a week. It’s really rare except in special times. But

privately. She said Mr. Reynolds had been a pain in the neck lately. Despite her best efforts as a professional housekeeper, she got nitpicked over trivial things lately – like uneven cuffs, coffee not at the right temperature, wine not to his

started drinking again?” Keen couldn’t

nodded, “Yes, a glass of whiskey every night. He’s upped it to two these past couple of days! He didn’t do this when

this, Keen

didn’t leave a trace, no one knew if

and there was still no progress

at night, after a round of talks with the detective agencies, Keen went to wash his face in disappointment. When he came back, he found Leandro, who was about to clock out,

explain, “These are all from the PIs, but there’s nothing

and asked, “Why are we only looking in Las Vegas?”

aback, “Ms. Bennett went to

the grid, she wouldn’t have revealed she was in

of useless papers, turned around and left.

undere

he had underestimated Seraphina’s craftiness. But

–

to be found,

seemed Leandro was losing his

quick calculation, sure enough, they were due to return home in

glasses of whiskey and

two glasses of whiskey were nothing to him now,

to drift off, he felt a hand gently grabbing

blanket was slowly lifted, clearly

reached out and yanked the person

was lying on the pillow, looking at him. Her hair was silky smooth. In the

reaction.

just stared deeply at her, his chest rising

his neck, pressing against his chest, looking him in the eye, “Heard you’ve