Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 395

Valerio's bedroom was quiet, the only illumination coming from a small bedside lamp casting a soft glow on Seraphina's slumbering face.

Leandro stood in the doorway, momentarily stunned as he took in the sight. It had been so long since he had last seen her sleep peacefully.

Quietly, he made his way to the bed and settled himself on the edge.

As soon as he sat down, Seraphina moved, her eyes fluttering open.

At the sight of him, her expression was dazed, slowly giving way to clarity. Yet she remained in bed, lazily mumbling, "Oh, it's you..."

Her tone was languid, devoid of any emotion, yet for some reason, Leandro found himself asking, "Disappointed?"

Seraphina glanced at him, still half-asleep, before muttering, "What's there to be disappointed about? I saw it coming."

"What did you see coming?"

"Your son," she replied. "He's been acting strange lately. I knew he was up to something, that little rascal."

Leandro paused before responding, "And you didn't stop him?"

"I didn't have the energy," Seraphina confessed, burrowing deeper into the covers. "Leandro, do you know how exhausting it is to look after a child all day? I thought I had plenty of energy, but compared to him, I feel old... I can't keep up..."

With a yawn, she closed her eyes once more, appearing ready to return to sleep.

Leandro remained seated on the bed, silently watching her for a while.

It was a long time before Seraphina moved again, her eyes remaining closed as if she had fallen back asleep.

Leandro finally stood up, his hand gently brushing her hair away from her face before he turned to leave.

As he moved to exit, Seraphina's eyes snapped open.

"Are you leaving already?" she asked.

Leandro paused, not turning back to look at her. "What else should I do?"

Seraphina watched his departing figure for a moment before chuckling, "Your son went to all that trouble to set this up, and you're just going to walk away?"

Leandro turned to look at her, his gaze deep and dark.

"You said you were tired." he asked, his voice low.

Half of Seraphina's face was hidden by the covers, but she sighed softly in response. "Since when has whether I'm tired or not mattered? When has anyone cared about that?"

Her words, though light-hearted, held a deeper implication.

Leandro was not a fool; he understood her perfectly, and he didn't need to hide his desire in front of her.

Rising to his feet, he loosened his tie and undid a couple of buttons on his shirt. Then, he scooped Seraphina into his arms and carried her out of their son's room and into his own.

The door closed behind them with a soft click, sealing them off from the rest of the world.

Seraphina lost count of how many early mornings it had been.

Given their work schedules, they often found themselves meeting late at night, and having intimate moments until the early hours of the morning.

And if Leandro was not yet satisfied, the early morning could stretch on indefinitely.

Especially tonight.

Tonight was different.