Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468

In the Reynolds household, Leandro certainly had the knack for being shameless.

So, when Seraphina hurled a cushion at him in frustration, he merely set it aside with an unruffled air and continued speaking to their son, Valerio, “If you really want to know where you came from, and where your younger sister might come from, come on, follow Dad upstairs. I’ll teach you.”

Valerio, eager for knowledge, instantly wriggled out of Seraphina’s protective grip and dashed over to Leandro.

“Hey!” Seraphina snapped, clenching her teeth, “Don’t you fill his head with any of your nonsense!”

Leandro looked over at her, a hint of challenge in his voice, “And you think proper sex education is nonsense?”

Caught off guard, Seraphina fell silent, her cheeks flushing at Valerio’s innocent gaze. She turned away, looking elsewhere for refuge.

Seeing his chance, Leandro stood up and led Valerio upstairs.

Alone now, Seraphina eyed their retreating figures, silently cursing Leandro in her head-she’d forgotten that when it came to sex education, he was somewhat of an expert.

While Leandro and Valerio ventured upstairs to discuss the facts of life, Seraphina sat on the couch, grinding her teeth as she calmed her nerves and reflected on her recent lifestyle.

The conclusion was clear-she’d let herself go! She couldn’t continue this slide into decadence. But with nothing else pressing to do, her gaze drifted over to the art studio across the way.

In a matter of minutes, Seraphina had crafted a plan.

Starting tomorrow, she’d rise early every day, clock in at the studio on time, and take the reins of the business once more, to prevent herself from becoming the layabout Leandro seemed intent on creating.

However, following Leandro’s “lesson,” Valerio was unusually cooperative that night. He didn’t ask for Seraphina’s company and even shooed her off to Leandro’s bedroom at bedtime.

Suddenly having to deal with such a “considerate” son, Seraphina obediently returned to Leandro’s bedroom-straight into the lion’s den, so to speak.

Thus, the plan she’d made just the day before was abandoned by the next morning.

When she finally dragged herself to the studio, it was already past noon.

Although her visits had been infrequent, the studio had flourished. The new manager had networked with numerous art dealers, acquiring a collection of works and signing several promising young artists, enhancing the studio’s reputation.

Once back in her element, Seraphina’s familiarity with the business made it easy to fall back into the rhythm, and she busied herself until evening.

At seven o’clock, her secretary, Sandy, couldn’t help but knock on her door.

“Mrs. Reynolds, it’s seven already, it’s pitch-dark outside…” Sandy spoke softly.

Seraphina finally looked up from her paperwork, glanced at the darkening sky behind her, and thought of Valerio. She stood up quickly, tidying her desk as she spoke, “Oh no, my son’s going to be upset!”

Sandy couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

Seraphina gathered her things in a hurry and rushed out of the office, only to stop short at the sight of two familiar figures in the open area of the studio.

The taller figure stood in the corridor, admiring the studio’s newest displayed works, while the smaller one was flipping through an

art book on the couch.

Hearing Seraphina approach, both heads turned toward her.

“Mom!” Valerio leapt from the couch and ran over, “Dad and I came to pick you up!”

Seraphina, stiff from sitting all afternoon and worried about Valerio’s reaction, felt a rush of joy at seeing them and hugged her son. “How long have you been here?”

Valerio checked his little watch, “Ten minutes. Dad said we shouldn’t disturb you.”