Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 164

In recent times, life had turned in Leandro's favor. The same people who once belittled him now sought his approval. His journey to the top had been tumultuous, but now he was in charge, answering to no one.

He took what he desired and dismissed the rest without a second thought. This included his pursuit of Seraphina. She was what he wanted, and he was determined to win her heart.

However, right now, he had numerous questions he wanted to pose to her, yet held back, fearing the emotional impact they'd have on her.

Having taken control of the Reynolds Group, Leandro was known for his assertiveness and lack of mercy. He believed one should shape their own destiny, without seeking or giving pity.

But what if he was the cause of all her past sorrows?

He rarely questioned his past choices, but he now wondered about a pivotal decision from seven years prior. His thoughts raced, while Seraphina, oblivious to his internal conflict, leaned on the bar. "Mr. Reynolds," she began, "Shouldn't we be conversing? Why the silence?"

Leandro paused before responding, "There's no value in discussing what-ifs."

"You're right." Seraphina nodded in agreement, "What about the others, Mr. Reynolds? Don't you have any questions? Look, with all this good booze you've given me, maybe I'll be grateful and answer some of your questions?"

Leandro looked at her. She was smiling, calmly staring at him, as if waiting for him to voice his doubts.

But Leandro didn't ask.

After a while, Seraphina sighed, straightened up, "If you don't have any questions, I'll go to bed."

With that, she got up, a bit wobbly, and headed upstairs.

Leandro sat at the bar, lighting a cigarette. As Seraphina slowly moved away, he didn’t look back or call out to stop her. Without interruption, she made her way upstairs to her room, collapsing onto the bed.

Though somewhat inebriated, clarity still prevailed in Seraphina’s mind. Tonight's events confirmed her suspicion: Leandro knew. Given his meticulous nature, how could he not have uncovered the truth? He surely must be aware of Betty. Yet, he remained silent, not inquiring about her pregnancy or about Betty's parentage.

Could it be that even the resolute Leandro occasionally felt compassion?

With this thought, a sardonic laugh escaped Seraphina's lips before she wrapped herself in the bedding. When she finally awoke, the afternoon of the next day had already set in.

She struggled to get up, went to the bathroom to take a shower to wake herself up, and when she came out, she heard the doorbell.

She went downstairs to open the door, saw Keen standing outside, rolled her eyes, "You could've just come in, why did you have to ring the bell?"

Keen cleared his throat with a light cough, murmured, "I didn't want to disturb you."

Seraphina felt his attitude today was a bit different from usual, a bit too respectful, so she gave him a second look, "What are you here for?"

Keen approached Seraphina, box in hand. "Mr. Reynolds had the 1869 Lafite you wanted shipped overnight. He instructed me to deliver it immediately upon arrival."

Seraphina's eyes widened in surprise. After a pause, she exclaimed, "Has he gone mad?" Without sparing a second glance at the lavish gift, she retreated upstairs to dress and apply makeup.