Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina) novel Chapter 314

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-