Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 434

Seraphina thought it was Andrea coming back to settle scores, but when she opened the door, to her surprise, it was Leandro standing there.

She froze for a second before pushing past Leandro and stepping outside to glance down the alley.

The roadside spot where Herman had been standing was now empty, save for the sporadic passerby in a hurry.

"Where on earth did he disappear to so quickly?" Seraphina muttered to herself.

Leandro, feeling like he'd been left out in the cold, looked from Seraphina back to Keen, who was standing behind him.

Keen got the hint – Leandro was wondering if he had somehow turned invisible.

Of course, Seraphina had seen them; her reaction was just... unexpected.

"Ma'am," Keen called out, trying to salvage the situation, "Mr. Reynolds made time to come over to see you and Valerio."

Only then did Seraphina turn back, giving him a quick glance before responding, "I know, he's not exactly hard to miss, is he?"

Keen felt unjustly rebuked and rubbed his nose, feeling a bit slighted.

Seraphina then gave Leandro another look, her voice tinged with annoyance, "Well, come on in!"

Leandro stood there for a moment, a frown etching his brow, before finally stepping inside.

Back in the living room, Seraphina was scrolling through her phone, not even bothering to look up as Leandro entered.

"Where's Valerio?" he asked.

Without looking up, Seraphina replied, "He’s playing next door. Go find him yourself."

Leandro did just that, not without giving her a long, searching look – which Seraphina pointedly ignored, engrossed in her phone.

Leandro strode forward and snatched the phone from her hands.

"Hey—" Seraphina protested, looking up at him with irritation.

He simply extended his hand, "Let's go."

She eyed his hand for a moment before reluctantly placing hers in his and followed him out to find Valerio. As they opened the door, they saw Keen chatting with her bodyguard—

"Is the lady in a bad mood lately?"

"No, I think she's been rather cheerful today."

"Then why did she look so sour when Mr. Reynolds arrived?"

"Um," the bodyguard cleared his throat awkwardly, "I have no idea."

"Could it be menopause?" Keen muttered under his breath. "I've heard that can really—"

The bodyguard frantically signaled Keen to stop, but it was too late.

Sure enough, Seraphina's voice, flat and unemotional, followed, "You seem to know a lot about women."

Keen didn’t expect them to re-emerged so fast and was caught off guard. He blushed with embarrassment.

Seraphina, on the other hand, would have loved to crack open his head with a hammer, but Leandro seemed utterly unconcerned, pulling her hand as he walked towards the front gate.

Keen was far from reassured.