The bedroom's dim light exuded a subtle sense of luxury, yet upon a quick glance, it appeared to be vacant.
The bathroom door emitted a warm orange glow, accompanied by faint sounds of water, indicating someone was taking a bath. However, the question remained: was there one person or two inside the bathroom?
Seraphina surveyed the room and soon arrived at an answer.
Leandro's discarded clothes lay on the sofa, and a black robe rested neatly on the large bed, seemingly solitary and devoid of any trace of a woman's presence.
Recalling the poised and gentle Ms. Harrison from earlier that afternoon, Seraphina couldn't help but sigh.
This man was unexpectedly dispassionate. Ms. Harrison was a carefully chosen beauty by Mrs. Reynolds herself!
She leaned against the door, listening to the sounds of water from the bathroom, and taking advantage of the lingering effects of alcohol in her system, she entered the room.
Leandro's room was spacious and well-organized. In just two or three minutes, Seraphina had thoroughly searched the bedside, under the bed, and even his wardrobe, but the whereabouts of the recording device remained elusive.
Disappointed, she slumped onto the sofa, eyeing Leandro's clothes. Knowing there was little hope, she still picked them up and checked every pocket, but came up empty-handed.
Tossing aside the clothes, she suddenly realized the sound of water had stopped.
Turning her head, sure enough, Leandro was done with his shower and was standing in the bathroom doorway watching her.
With only a towel wrapped around his waist, his bare upper body glistening, his hair wet, there was a warm steamy vibe about him, but his eyes were still cold and deep, silently watching her, "What are you up to?"
Picking up the tossed clothes, Seraphina showed them to him with a smile, "I promised Karan I'd take care of Valerio and this home, so it's only right I look after your living needs too."
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