Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 473

The reporters were at it again, buzzing around Leandro, who remained silent, taking Seraphina's hand as they prepared to head inside.

But the press wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily, tugging at his sleeve to grill him about the Reynolds Group.

"Mr. Reynolds, you took a leave from the Reynolds Group due to an injury. When do you plan on returning?" one of them asked.

"What do you think would be the biggest challenge in returning to the Reynolds Group, Mr. Reynolds?"

"How do you view the upcoming development plans for the Reynolds Group, Mr. Reynolds?"

Leandro didn't respond to the rapid-fire questions.

"We're here for a wedding today," Seraphina interjected, "Let's keep the focus on the happy couple and leave unrelated issues for another time."

Just then, new guests arrived, and seeing that Leandro really wasn't going to answer, the reporters finally let them be.

Arm in arm with Leandro, Seraphina walked into the hotel, and as they reached the entrance of the banquet hall, they were greeted by the groom, Bowen.

They say happiness is infectious, but the moment Seraphina caught sight of Bowen, she could tell his joy wasn't genuine.

Sure, he looked dashing in his black tuxedo, standing out in the crowd, but the usual warmth and laughter in his eyes didn't reach deep.

Seraphina thought to herself, she had seen Bowen's true smile before, and now she could instantly tell this wasn't it.

As for the reason behind his subdued demeanor, Seraphina couldn't care less; his discontent was her delight.

Bowen had been chatting with Georgina and a few other guests by the entrance. Catching sight of Leandro and Seraphina, he excused himself and approached them.

"Mr. Reynolds," Bowen said with a light smile, glancing briefly at Leandro's abdomen before turning to Seraphina. "Sera, glad you could make it. I apologize for not greeting you sooner."

Leandro looked at him calmly. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," Bowen replied, then continued, "I heard about your accident, Mr. Reynolds. I wanted to visit, but with the wedding preparations, I just couldn't find the time. By the time I was available, I heard you had gone home to recuperate. I didn't want to intrude on your rest. Seeing you looking well now is a relief."

"Appreciate your thoughts," said Leandro. "I understand, Mr. Smith. A wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event. To marry the woman of your dreams is what every man wanted, isn't it?"

Seraphina couldn't help but laugh at Leandro's backhanded compliment.

Still smiling, Bowen turned to Seraphina. "Not a single word from you, just laughter. What's that supposed to mean?"

"Sorry, the reporters outside wouldn't let us leave, and I was freezing. I'm just starting to thaw out," Seraphina explained, shrugging off her coat. A staff member immediately approached to take it from her, and Bowen's gaze fell on the dress she wore beneath, pausing for a moment.

Seraphina was donning a black and white color-blocked gown, subtly off-shoulder, accentuating her figure. The dress itself was simple, but what stood out was the white part on the top—a pair of eyes printed on it.

Clearly, they were a woman's eyes, soft and tender, an unusual yet striking design choice.

Those were Sandra's eyes, how could Bowen not recognize them?