Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 441

On a mundane Tuesday, after dropping her son Valerio off at school, Seraphina lounged on the couch, idly scrolling through her phone until she landed on Leandro's WhatsApp chat.

Their last exchange was still the video call they had on the day Seraphina bumped into Patrick at the airport.

The following day, the tabloids were abuzz with her scandal with Patrick, and since then, that chat page had remained untouched.

Staring at Leandro's name for a moment, Seraphina tapped on the payment feature and typed in an amount: $1,000. She sent the transfer, but the screen showed no change.

Five minutes later, she picked up her phone again, the screen unaltered.

So, she initiated another transfer, sending another $1,000 his way.

Still, no response.

Almost mechanically, she hit the transfer button repeatedly, sending a string of identical amounts until a system alert popped up, notifying her that she'd exceeded the daily transaction limit.

Scrolling up, she counted twenty messages sent, with no reaction from Leandro.

Twenty minutes later, she sent a message - [I was testing my transfer limits. Now you can give my money back."

Not long after, she received a notification from Keen—four transfers of $5,000 each, precisely the sum she'd sent to Leandro.

Quickly switching back to Leandro's chat, it remained as static as before.

Playing hard to get, huh? Biting her lip in frustration, Seraphina was ready to drop the issue.

Just then, Manley called from next door, inviting her to come over for a taste of the season's first persimmons. She hollered back an affirmative, put her phone down, and prepared to head out. But as she opened her door, she unexpectedly collided with a familiar embrace.

Looking up sharply, she locked eyes with Leandro's unfathomable gaze.

He showed up? With a mocking sneer, she quipped, "Well, well, Mr. Reynolds, this is a rare honor. What brings you by at this hour?"

Leandro, unfazed by her challenging stare, simply asked, "Where are you off to?"

"What's it to you?" Seraphina retorted, pushing against him.

He was immovable, almost like a solid barrier in her doorway.

She pushed harder, to no avail, her irritation mounting until she made one last, desperate shove.

Instead of moving him, her hand slipped, and she tumbled into his arms, which closed snugly around her.

"Let me go!" she demanded, struggling to break free.

Leandro, however, stepped forward into the apartment and shut the door with a decisive "thud."

Outside, the bodyguards tactfully averted their eyes.

Manley, standing on his doorstep, hesitated about calling Leandro over for persimmons, but then his wife emerged, gave him a sharp pinch, and chided him for his nosiness. Then, she dragged him back inside.