Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 471

After the first snowfall, it truly felt like the grip of winter had taken hold.

Winter was a time for coziness, yet Seraphina, who had been coasting in a languid state for the better part of the year, found herself caught up in a whirlwind of activity as the cold season settled in.

The art gallery she managed was buzzing with preparations for a new exhibition. This time, the exhibition was set to take place at the renowned Sunburst City Art Museum, and the theme was a retrospective of masterpieces by the great painters from generations past.

Among the featured works were iconic pieces from the masters of the yesteryears, as well as contemporary contributions from artists like Malcolm and Carney Bennett.

The concept for the exhibition was the gallery’s manager’s idea, and she threw her full support behind it, immediately setting plans in motion and diving into the multifaceted preparations.

Admittedly, showcasing Carney alongside Malcolm and the legendary greats felt a tad premature, but Seraphina believed in Carney's artistic merit and felt he more than deserved the honor. She was determined to realize the dreams and aspirations that Carney hadn't lived to see fulfilled.

Her dedication meant that Seraphina was fully immersed in the event, dashing between organizers and exhibitors to secure as many prestigious pieces as possible.

But, work had a way of encroaching on family life, and Seraphina couldn't help but feel she was neglecting home.

Valerio had his reservations about her absence, but when he learned she was doing it all in memory of his late grandfather, he understood and kept his peace.

The frenzy lasted until late December when Seraphina finally began delegating tasks, allowing herself some much-needed respite.

After all, Christmas was around the corner, as was the wedding day of Bowen and Tania. She needed to be at her best for their special day.

On a rare afternoon off, Seraphina returned home early.

The housekeeper was busy in the kitchen, and Conway was sitting on the sofa, engrossed in a TV show. His surprise at her early arrival was evident as he teased, "Look who is back."

Seraphina smiled, settling beside him and leaning on his shoulder with a sigh. "I'm beat, Grandpa."

"You remember what it's like to be tired?" Conway chortled. "Well, that's good. I thought you'd forgotten with all the busyness."

Detecting something in his tone, Seraphina looked up at him. "Grandpa, beating around the bush isn't your style."

Conway chuckled, then quizzed her, "Do you even know what day it is?"

"The 21st."

"And tomorrow?"

"The 22nd."

"And yesterday?"

Frowning, she replied, "The 20th... Are you testing a child?"

"Yes, the 20th," Conway said with a twinkle in his eye. "And what day is that?"

"The 20th...?" Seraphina puzzled over the date until realization dawned, and her face fell.

Conway tapped her head lightly. "Remember now?"

She laughed awkwardly, replying, "It was my wedding anniversary with Leandro..."

"How could you forget something like that?" Conway chided. "The whole world remembers it, except you. Is that right?"

"I've been busy, and Leandro didn't remind me..." she muttered, then gasped, remembering the jewelry set on her vanity the night before. "I thought it was a spontaneous gift from him..."

As she rambled, guilt set in. "Was he planning to celebrate with me?"

"You think he doesn't know you're busy?" Conway replied. "He expected you'd come home early, just this once. But you never did."

"Why didn't he tell me?" she protested. "If he had, I would've come home sooner..."

"Do you not know how much he indulges you?" Conway retorted.

After a pause, Seraphina turned to Conway. "He used to be different. Lately, he's been... indulging me too much."

Conway raised an eyebrow at her words. "Do you like this indulgent side of him, or not?"

She made a face. "I think I prefer him a bit colder and more... intense."

As the words left her mouth, a chill ran down her spine. Despite the warm house, she felt a draft behind her neck. Turning around, she saw Leandro coming downstairs with a mug in hand. He glanced at her without expression, upping the chill factor.

"You’re back," he said. "Do you want me to run a bath for you?"

Though his tone was calm, and his words unusually tender, a strange chill ran down Seraphina's spine.

It seemed she still couldn't get used to this version of Leandro.

"No need," Seraphina replied, "I'm not in the mood for a bath right now."

"Well, come up here. I've got a present for you," Leandro said.

Gifts and guilt mingled uneasily in Seraphina's mind as she followed him, sending pleading looks at Conway, who was suddenly engrossed in the TV.

As they ascended the stairs, she braced herself for the unknown, wondering what her indulgent husband had in store for her this time.

After climbing the stairs, she found herself in Leandro's study.

Leandro, seated comfortably in his chair, pulled her close and flicked on his computer screen, "You've been planning that art exhibition, right? Well, it just so happens I know a famous collector. He's got a catalogue of paintings and he's willing to loan out three for your show."

Seraphina leaned in eagerly, scrutinizing the screen.