Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 64

Keen, a guy in his thirties, was blushing like a schoolboy. He was a man of the world, but now he was stammering, "Buy what?"

"Morning-after pill." Seraphina repeated clearly, then started rummaging in her bag, "Do I need to give you money?"

"No, no need." Keen quickly waved his hands, turned around and pushed the door to get out, stepping into the pharmacy nearby.

Keen emerged from the pharmacy, holding the prescription pills, ready to exhale a breath of relief. But as he lifted his gaze, his heart raced. A swarm of paparazzi were encircling his car, snapping photos and bombarding him with questions!

"Damn it!" Keen hissed under his breath. It slipped his mind that this district was renowned for its nightclubs and hotels - a hotspot for gossip-mongers prowling for scoops. He hadn't anticipated running into them! Given the circumstances, his presence was like adding fuel to the fire, but if he abandoned Seraphina here and fled, knowing her character, the fallout could be even graver.

With these thoughts racing in his head, Keen hurriedly stashed away the freshly purchased pills and bolted towards the commotion.

"Please step aside," he pleaded, "This is a personal matter. Refrain from taking photos!"

The moment Keen stepped forward, a sharp-eyed reporter recognized him. All lenses swung in his direction, and the barrage of questions turned even more sensational.

"Ms. Bennett, why are you with Mr. Reynolds' assistant early in the morning?"

"Ms. Bennett, can you comment on your relationship with Mr. Reynolds?"

"Does Mr. Lawson know about your relationship with Mr. Reynolds? What's his take on this?"

Seraphina sat in the car, listening to these questions and sighed - were these the only questions reporters ever asked? She remained silent, just smiling while the paparazzi took their pictures.

The reporters, failing to get anything out of her, turned to Keen.

"Mr. Keen, why are you with Ms. Bennett?"

"Mr. Keen, are you helping Mr. Reynolds escort Ms. Bennett? Was Mr. Reynolds with Ms. Bennett last night?"

"What were you buying in the pharmacy, Mr. Keen?"

Despite being used to scandals under Leandro's wing, Keen was taken aback by the ferocity of the paparazzi. He just wanted to push through them and get in the car. But the more he tried to get away, the more they clung to him. In the hustle, the morning-after pill in Keen's pocket accidentally fell out.

Seraphina sat in the car, watching the whole scenario and almost burst into laughter - Leandro really picked a great assistant!

The reporters, seeing the pill, got all fired up. They frantically took pictures of the pill on the ground, then turned to Seraphina again with a flurry of questions. Keen seized the opportunity to pick up the pill from the ground, quickly got in the car, ignoring the reporters hanging on the car, and drove off. The world suddenly became quiet. Seraphina sneakily glanced at Keen, who had beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Are you okay?" Seraphina asked.

Keen looked grim, he clearly anticipated the consequences of this encounter with the paparazzi. Until now, he had always been polite to Seraphina. But now, he tossed the morning-after pill at Seraphina, paused for a moment, then suddenly turned to Seraphina, "Did you call those reporters?"

"What good would that do me?" Seraphina opened the box of pills and started laughing, "And besides, I wasn't the one who dropped this box."

Keen was speechless at her words. He gritted his teeth, his hand gripping the steering wheel so hard that the veins were popping.

Seraphina took the pill, glanced at him, and held back her laughter.