Tangled in His Obsession Series

Chapter 467

Leandro pressed closer to Seraphina, his voice a low murmur. “You’ve been fussing over everyone else all night, busy with this and that. Isn’t it about time I got my turn?”

Seraphina couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his words.

Ever since Leandro had been home resting, she hadn’t had much going on herself. So, naturally, when presented with a rare gathering, she was eager to catch up on all the juicy gossip.

She had thought it was just normal socializing, but even that seemed too much for her man.

She snorted, “Haven’t I been worried sick about you all this time? Haven’t I been revolving around you like the earth around the sun? Where’s your gratitude?”

“Mhm,” Leandro grunted in response, “Then tonight, it’s my turn to revolve around you.”

“Hey” Seraphina’s protest came too late. Concerned for his health, she was reluctant; yet it was that very concern which prevented her from putting up a strong resistance.

She was torn, which was not the way Leandro liked things at all.

And with the skills and methods he possessed, he wouldn’t allow her to be so hesitant.

him slowly transformed into a patient play with Seraphina, a long engagement

was being spoiled rotten by Leandro.

living the high life at home, doing nothing, and by association, so had she. Like a pampered

morning, for instance. When it was time to take their son, Valerio, to school, she found herself lazing in bed, unable to muster the will to rise. And Leandro wasn’t faring much better-when she nudged the responsibility of school drop-off onto him, he stayed put

several times, to no avail, ultimately leaving for school with the driver. The result was a very miffed little prince whose

stern words for his parents. With her face in her hands, Seraphina listened to her son’s complaints and immediately pointed the

gaze to

his eyes, gazing

dare push too far and turned back to Seraphina, “Mom’s the best

but chuckle, looking

shocked, “Why aren’t

his arms and turning his back to them, sulking on the couch.

hug Valerio,

your dad, or… maybe

softening