Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 489

For Seraphina, life had been throwing her one curveball after another. Despite her years of resilience, recent times had bred a certain complacency, softening her psychological defenses. When the latest wave of challenges hit, she found herself momentarily lost and weary.

She had barely settled back into her bedroom when the gentle reassurance of Leandro lulled her into sleep. That afternoon, Valerio returned from school and tiptoed around, careful not to disturb her, allowing her to sleep until evening.

When Seraphina's eyes fluttered open again, it was already between eight and nine at night. Her gaze instantly met a pair of bright, dark eyes watching her quietly, just inches from her face.

At first, she was disoriented, but as consciousness returned, she reached out and embraced the little observer, wrapping him tightly in her arms.

Valerio giggled, "Mom, you're finally awake!"

Holding his warm, soft body, Seraphina hummed in affirmation before asking, "Would you have stayed here watching over me if I hadn't woken up?"

"I missed you," Valerio confessed. "I want to sleep with you tonight."

After a tender kiss on his forehead, Seraphina agreed, "Alright."

Valerio, already washed up for the night, had come to bid goodnight but found himself invited to share the bed. He couldn't contain his joy, quickly burrowing into the covers and back into Seraphina's embrace.

While she had been in the hospital for a few days, Valerio had accumulated a bunch of stories to share, and they chatted cozily until his yawns became too frequent to ignore. Seraphina hushed him to sleep with a soft voice.

Valerio had always been a prompt and obedient sleeper, drifting off quickly.

Once he was deeply asleep, Seraphina watched him for a long time, unable to resist leaning in for another kiss before carefully getting out of bed.

At this hour, Leandro was not in the bedroom but likely in his study. Wrapping herself in a robe, Seraphina approached the study door, and sure enough, she could hear his voice.

Leandro was on the phone with Keen, who reported Garrison's activities for the afternoon, emphasizing an incident that occurred after dinner with friends—

"There was a car in the parking lot, the driver must've been drunk, swerving all over. It nearly hit Garrison, scared him pale. Since then, until he returned to his hotel, Garrison's been on edge, he seemed very anxious—"

Leandro responded calmly, "Guilt breeds fear of retribution."

"He holed up in his room as soon as he got back to the hotel and hasn't shown his face—wait, I see him now! He's checking out with his luggage!"

Leandro pondered for a moment before instructing, "Stop him."

Keen hesitated, unsure, "Just like that? He's very cautious; it won't be easy."

"He's afraid of accidents, isn't he?" Leandro's tone remained even.

Understanding dawned on Keen, who promptly replied, "I'll take care of it."

After ending the call, Leandro looked up at the door, "Aren't you coming in?"

The study door opened to reveal Seraphina leaning against the frame, arching an eyebrow at him, "Leandro, what mischief are you up to now?"

Leandro leaned back in his chair, meeting her gaze with composure, "The kind you're quite familiar with, isn't it?"

At that, Seraphina swiftly walked over, perched on his lap, and playfully tugged at his collar, feigning annoyance, "Nonsense! I'm the epitome of innocence and kindness, unlike you, utterly incorrigible!"

"Hmm," Leandro looked up at her, "So, do you like it or not?"