Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina) novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

Seraphina didn’t linger in Leandro’s arms for long

The pain from the past suddenly resurfaced, and she could no longer run from it. She had to face it.

She had always been good at controlling her emotions.

She quickly pulled herself away from Leandro’s embrace, took a seat, and just stared at the big screen, letting the tears silently roll down her cheeks.

When Leandro reached out to her again, Seraphina calmly dodged him.

Leandro’s suit and shirt were still damp. It had only been a few hours, and because of Betty, she had lost control and cried twice.

But he knew it wasn’t enough.

The pain of loss couldn’t be released by crying twice.

After many photos and a few videos of Betty played on the big screen, Leandro hit the pause button.

Initially engrossed in the screen, Seraphina suddenly stopped and turned to look at Leandro.

Her eyes were full of undropped tears, filled with confusion and anticipation.

There was still hope, and that was good.

Leandro knew he couldn’t let the slideshow play to the end. If it did, it would mean Betty’s short life had ended.

As long as it didn’t finish, it meant they were still reminiscing, giving the illusion of hope, as if Betty was still alive.

Even if it was self–deception, sometimes an illusion of hope was important.

“Let’s watch it next time,” Leandro said slowly.

The image on the screen paused on a photo of Betty eating, her face smeared with food because she hadn’t quite mastered using utensils.

Seraphina curled up in her chair, staring at the big screen. It took her a while to murmur, “I want to sit alone for a bit.”

Leandro’s gaze was cloudy yet distant. “Alright”

He stood up but stayed put, only turning to leave once Seraphina looked at him.

Looking at his retreating figure, Seraphina chuckled.

Was this Leandro?

She had never seen this side of him before–not seven years ago, not now

A man who always did things his own way just said “alright to her?

Her gaze returned to the screen when suddenly she heard Keen’s exclamation from outside, “Mr. Reynolds!”

The door to the multimedia room closed, muffling any further sound.

Seraphina stayed put

She stared at Betty’s face on the screen as if she were back in the past, back when she and Betty lived together.

She sat in the dark room, silently recalling those buried memories as if time had stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the multimedia room opened again, and someone slowly walked over and sat where Leandro had been.

Stepping out, she realized it was already dark. She had spent the entire afternoon in there

Seraphina’s bag was still in Leandro’s office, so she headed to the 26th floor first.

When she entered Leandro’s office, she realized why Conway was at the Reynolds Group:

The office was filled with doctors and nurses, and Keen and Yasmina were both looking worried. The door to the restroom was ajar, indicating that Leandro was inside.

Seraphina didn’t ask, and Conway didn’t seem to want to share either. He just said, “You must be tired from the day. Go home and rest early. I’ll have someone take you”

“What about you?” Seraphina asked

Conway glanced towards the lounge, let out a sigh, and said, “I’ll stick around here for a bit.”

Seraphina stayed quiet for a moment, then finally asked, “What’s the matter with him?”

Conway gave her a glance and simply said, “He’s got a fever, and he’s on a drip. He should be fine once he’s done with it.”

Keen, standing nearby, couldn’t help but interject when he heard Conway’s nonchalant reply, “Mr. Reynolds has been sick for three or four days now, without proper care or rest. He just collapsed after leaving the recording studio with a fever of 40 degrees, showing signs of developing pneumonia, and he’s still not awake yet.”

Seraphina cast a glance at him but didn’t say a word

Conway didn’t look too pleased either; he shot him a look as if he was talking too much, then said to Seraphina, “He’s alright, pretty robust. Shouldn’t be a big deal. You should head home and rest.”

Keen looked a bit aggrieved, then Yasmina gently tugged at his sleeve and quietly asked, “What’s going on? They’re about to get married; why the discord? Why doesn’t Conway want them to make up?”

Feeling uneasy and as if he’d done something wrong under the scrutiny of the two, Keen responded with some annoyance, “How should I know?”