Tangled in His Obsession Series

Chapter 468

In the Reynolds household, Leandro certainly had the knack for being shameless.

So, when Seraphina hurled a cushion at him in frustration, he merely set it aside with an unruffled air and continued speaking to their son, Valerio, “If you really want to know where you came from, and where your younger sister might come from, come on, follow Dad upstairs. I’ll teach you.”

Valerio, eager for knowledge, instantly wriggled out of Seraphina’s protective grip and dashed over to Leandro.

“Hey!” Seraphina snapped, clenching her teeth, “Don’t you fill his head with any of your nonsense!”

Leandro looked over at her, a hint of challenge in his voice, “And you think proper sex education is nonsense?”

Caught off guard, Seraphina fell silent, her cheeks flushing at Valerio’s innocent gaze. She turned away, looking elsewhere for refuge.

Seeing his chance, Leandro stood up and led Valerio upstairs.

Alone now, Seraphina eyed their retreating figures, silently cursing Leandro in her head-she’d forgotten that when it came to sex education, he was somewhat of an expert.

While Leandro and Valerio ventured upstairs to discuss the facts of life, Seraphina sat on the couch, grinding her teeth as she calmed her nerves and reflected on her recent lifestyle.

The conclusion was clear-she’d let herself go! She couldn’t continue this slide into decadence. But with nothing else pressing to do, her gaze drifted over to the art studio across the way.

In a matter of minutes, Seraphina had crafted a plan.

Starting tomorrow, she’d rise early every day, clock in at the studio on time, and take the reins of the business once more, to prevent herself from becoming the layabout Leandro seemed intent on creating.

However, following Leandro’s “lesson,” Valerio was unusually cooperative that night. He didn’t ask for Seraphina’s company and even shooed her off to Leandro’s bedroom at bedtime.

Suddenly having to deal with such a “considerate” son, Seraphina obediently returned to Leandro’s bedroom-straight into the lion’s den, so to speak.

plan she’d made just the day

to the studio, it was already past noon.

infrequent, the studio had flourished. The new manager had networked with numerous art dealers, acquiring a collection of works and signing several promising young artists,

it easy to fall back into the rhythm,

couldn’t

it’s

She stood up quickly, tidying her desk as she spoke,

couldn’t help but

stop short at the sight of two familiar figures in the open

studio’s newest displayed works, while the smaller

book on the couch.

heads turned toward

ran over,

of joy at seeing them and hugged her son. “How

“Ten minutes. Dad said we shouldn’t

glanced at Leandro on

ever in his black cashmere coat, still had the aura of a business mogul about him, and

moment, Leandro stepped

eyes, “I still have documents to go through.

turned to walk back, Leandro reached out and

always gone, how will I

suppressed giggles

and turned, “Show yourselves!”

than of Leandro, so Sandy explained

merely nodded

glared at them, “Then why are you still