Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 314

Seraphina got back to the Reynolds’ mansion late at night..

When she got out of the car, she was surprised to see Leandro’s car already parked in the garage,

which meant he was home.

Usually, if Leandro came home while she was still in the drawing room, he’d definitely come find her.

But today, not only did he not come to find her, he didn’t even send her a message, he just quietly

came home himself?

This was a bit strange.

Given his strict control over her whereabouts, Seraphina had reason to believe that he definitely knew

where she’d gone and who she’d seen today. So, was this situation something he was deliberately

showing her?

With that in mind, Seraphina couldn’t help but laugh a little as she walked into the house.

Conway and Valerio were probably in bed by now, but the light was still on in Leandro’s study.

Seraphina walked over and pushed open the door to the study, “Hey?”

Inside the study, Leandro sat quietly, looking at his computer, only looking towards the door when he

heard her voice.

Everything seemed normal, except for the cigarette in his hand.

An unlit cigarette.

Seeing this, Seraphina’s face changed slightly, “I thought you quit smoking?”

Leandro leaned back in his chair, casually tossed the cigarette aside, and simply asked, “Where were

you?”

Seraphina hummed softly, “You wouldn’t know where I’ve been?”

Leandro didn’t reply, only looking at her, a certain discomfort showing in his eyes.

Seraphina had wanted to share some things with him, but seeing his state, she bit her lip and turned to

head to her bedroom.

Back in her room, Seraphina didn’t do anything else, she just sat on her bed, placing the painting of

Jasmine in front of her, studying it carefully.

Soon, the door to her room was opened, and Leandro entered.

Seraphina looked up at him, hummed softly again, and turned the painting to face the other way.

But Leandro had already seen the painting.

“Is this your father’s painting?” he asked, walking over.

Seraphina thought for a moment, then smiled, “Yes, Mr. Gray saw it abroad and brought it back

especially for me.”

Having said that, she glanced at Leandro, noting the deepening of his gaze.

“Do you like the painting?” she asked, holding it up to him.

Leandro glanced at it, slowly responding, “Do you like it a lot?”

“Of course I do,” Seraphina said, “It’s my father’s painting… come to think of it, my father painted many

paintings, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him paint this theme. This painting must’ve been from his

younger days, too bad he didn’t write down the date.”

Leandro said nothing, simply picking up the painting and placing it by the window.

Seraphina still propped up her chin, almost obsessively looking at the painting, “Maybe I should ask Mr.

Gray where he bought the painting, and where that person got it. Then I would know when my father

painted this.”

“Is this painting really that important?”

“Of course,” Seraphina said, “This painting is unique, it’s so rare, and it’s definitely important-

But before she could finish boasting, she was suddenly kissed.

Leandro leaned forward, pushing her down on the bed, sealing her mouth shut, not giving her a chance

to continue speaking.

Seraphina was kissed passionately and forcefully by him, she wanted to laugh but couldn’t, wanted to

call him petty but couldn’t. All she could do was wrap her arms around his neck and try her best to go

along with him.

From the night before until this morning, it had been a wild night. Seraphina thought the kiss now was

just a joke, but after this whole ordeal, two hours had passed.

Seraphina had been full of energy and excitement, ready to appreciate the painting. But his distraction

and teasing drained her of all her energy. She went back to bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep

quickly.

Leandro lay next to her, looking at her content sleeping face, but he couldn’t sleep for a long time.

At five in the morning, Seraphina woke up suddenly, after only sleeping for three hours.

As soon as she woke up, Leandro, who had only just fallen asleep, immediately opened his eyes,

looking at the girl sleeping next to him.

Seraphina opened her eyes, staring blankly and confusedly at the ceiling,

“What’s wrong?” Leandro asked in a low voice, reaching over her forehead to feel her forehead

temperature. Suddenly, Seraphina sat up, turned on the room light, and stared at the painting Leandro

had placed on the windowsill without moving.

Feeling the girl’s increasingly unsettling aura, Leandro pulled her into his arms and forced her to look at

him, “What’s wrong?”

After a long time, Seraphina’s gaze finally focused on his face.

“Leandro,” she started again, her voice trembling slightly, “Why did my father paint many different

themes, but never paint this one again? Why is this Jasmine unique? Who was this painting really for?”

Leandro quickly understood what she meant.

Carney had indeed painted many different paintings, and there were several related to each theme.

But this Jasmine, which even Seraphina had never seen before, was unique.

If this painting was also something Carney painted for someone, then what kind of a place would that

person have in his heart?

All this time, in Seraphina’s heart, she believed that Carney deeply loved Magdalen, and that his love

was unwavering, which was why she couldn’t accept Magdalen’s subsequent behavior….

But what if what she thought was the truth wasn’t?

What if there was a reason for Magdalen’s sudden change in attitude after her husband’s death?

Seraphina didn’t dare to think about it any further. Just a little bit of pondering, and she felt a chill run

down her spine, as if her blood was running cold.

Her father, who was like a god to her, she couldn’t and wouldn’t allow any negative thoughts about him.

But the painting in front of her made it impossible for her not to think.

“No way… no way…” Seraphina mumbled to herself, “My dad couldn’t possibly be like this…”.

Leandro pulled the blanket over her and held her tight, whispering, “We’ll have answers soon.”

And by “soon,” Leandro meant really soon.

At eight in the morning, Magdalen and her new boyfriend showed up at Reynolds Manor, the Reynolds

family’s home, to have breakfast with Conway. Magdalen was still stunningly beautiful, age-defying,

while her new boyfriend was a mature and steady, well-known bachelor billionaire in the city, Terrence.

“Why did you suddenly think of inviting me for breakfast today?” Magdalen asked.

Conway glanced at her, then at her new boyfriend, and said dryly, “You have the nerve to ask? How

long has it been since you last visited me? How much time do you think I have left? Every time I see

you is one less time I get to. Can’t you spend a little more time with me?”