Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 232

Seraphina was planning some places to visit, places that Leandro knew very well.

Not because he'd been there, but because he'd seen them in countless photos and videos.

These were all photos and videos of Betty, which he'd watched repeatedly. Places Seraphina and Betty had once visited, he'd seen in the videos over and over.

Despite these places being associated with Betty, Seraphina didn't shy away from them. However, she didn't mention Betty either.

She was still grieving Betty's passing.

Leandro knew, she hadn't bounced back as easily as she'd hoped.

Seraphina understood why Leandro insisted on sticking around Velvetwood with her for a while.

Just before bed, Seraphina glanced at the calendar and realized how fast time flew. She turned to Leandro, who was reading by the bed, "We've been away for nearly half a month. When are we heading back to Sunburst City?"

"I've got time." Leandro answered.

"But even if your company isn't swamped, Valerio is starting school soon." Seraphina pointed out. "Doesn't he need to get ready?"

"He likes it here." Leandro responded, "A few more days wouldn't hurt."

Hearing that, Seraphina paused, then suddenly called out, "Leandro."

Leandro responded without lifting his eyes from his book.

Seraphina gave him a faint smile, "In a few days, let's go visit Betty."

Leandro's hands paused mid-page flip. After a moment, he turned to her, his gaze intense.

"You're waiting for March 4th, aren't you? To pay her a visit?" Seraphina asked.

March 4th, the day Betty left this world.

Leandro didn't deny it, "I want to visit her, with you."

"Alright." Seraphina replied calmly, a faint smile on her face, "I haven't been to see her in a while. Who knows when we'll be back after we leave."

Leandro reached out, as if to hold her. But Seraphina had already snuggled into bed, half her face hidden under the covers, her back to him. "It's a date, then. Don't make any other plans."

Leandro remained silent for a while, put down his book, and lay down.

Seraphina laid quietly, then felt him snuggle up behind her, holding her close.

The room was warmed by the heater, but she felt a chill.

Leandro placed her hand in his, rubbing it gently. But her hand didn't warm up.

Leandro paused, then slowly turned her around.

"I'm not cold..." Seraphina sighed softly.

The next moment, Leandro placed her hand inside his pajama top.

Caught off guard, by the time Seraphina came to, her hand was on his chest.

She could feel his warmth, even his heartbeat.

She involuntarily pulled her hand back, but Leandro held on, keeping her hand in place.

She was all too familiar with his heartbeat.

During their intimate moments in the past, whenever he held her close, she would press against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Back when he was in his twenties, his heart would race when they made love.

It brought her joy, as if his rapid heartbeat was his way of expressing his happiness.

Now, after weathering the ups and downs of life, having been on the brink of life and death, his heartbeat was steady, unaffected by joy or sorrow.

Who was he losing control over, on those rare, barely noticeable occasions?

Seraphina snuggled up to him, gradually falling asleep.