Tangled in His Obsession ( Seraphina )

Chapter 415

As expected, Leandro and Seraphina received the wedding invitation from Bowen and Tania not long after. Tania delivered the invitation personally to Seraphina when she was hanging out with Andrea.

In just a few days, Tania looked radiant and healthy, clearly happy from the inside out.

“Congrats,” Seraphina said, accepting the invitation with a smile. “I’ll be there to celebrate your big day.”

Tania’s eyes sparkled with triumph. “I knew you’d come. After all, you want to see who he ends up with, right?”

Andrea, who was standing next to them, turned to Seraphina upon hearing this.

Seraphina laughed lightly, then looked up. She used to pity Tania, thinking she was a naive girl fooled by Bowen. But now that Tania was provoking her, she didn’t feel the need to hold back.

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“True,” Seraphina slowly nodded. “I didn’t expect it to be you.”

Tania’s face slightly changed, “Why couldn’t it be me?”

“No, no, you misunderstood.” Seraphina clarified, “I just thought, given the misunderstandings between you two in the past, you wouldn’t give him another chance.”

Tania’s eyes flickered. “Well, those were just misunderstandings… And the past is past. His heart is with me now, that’s enough.”

Seraphina gave a small smile at Tania’s confident words, “As long as you’re sure of that.”

“I’m certain,” Tania said, “A dead person can’t compete with me.”

Seraphina burst into laughter, sharing a glance with Andrea, and decided not to say anything further.

Sometimes, being blissfully unaware and blindly confident might just lead to happiness.

“You’re right,” Seraphina said, “I wish you a happy marriage in advance.”

Tania seemed satisfied with her words. After a brief smile, she said, “Let’s order something to eat. Lunch is on me today.”..

Due to her grudge with Sandra, Tania remained a bit hostile towards Seraphina. After lunch, she left in a hurry, leaving Seraphina and Andrea to continue their leisurely meal.

“Did

I you see that?” Andrea said, “She’s head over heels and there’s no going back.”

Seraphina nodded, then shrugged, “It’s up to her. It’s not our place to interfere, especially when her own parents couldn’t.”

“Who knows if the Martin Group will accept Bowen again,” Seraphina added.

“Dad might not,” Andrea said, “But Teague will definitely give his son-in-law another chance. Although Dad holds the majority of the shares, Teague has considerable power too. Bowen will get his hands on some.”

Seraphina listened quietly, then said, “We’ll see.”

A few weeks later, Seraphina heard from Keen that Bowen, representing the Martin Group, had crossed paths with the Reynolds Group at a bidding conference:

Although the Reynolds Group didn’t take the conference seriously and just made a show of it, the Martin Group won a medium-sized project with ease.

Although it was not a big deal, it marked Bowen’s return to the core of the Martin Group. Even not that important now, he was bound to rise.

One night, Leandro didn’t return home until almost midnight.

Valerio was already asleep. Hearing the noise, Seraphina got up to check. She opened the door to see Leandro coming up the stairs. He pulled her out of Valerio’s room and into his own. Seraphina was about to ask him about the Martin Group and Bowen, but before she could, Leandro said, “I have a gift for you.”

Seraphina raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”

Leandro fiddled with his phone for a moment, and the next second, Seraphina’s phone buzzed.

It was a picture sent by Leandro. She was shocked to see it was a photo of Sandra.

Sandra was in a supermarket, reading the label of a health supplement carefully. In the middle of the shelf, her slightly protruding belly was visible.

Seraphina stared at the photo for a while, then said, “She must cry every night.”

Leandro paused, “Why do you say that?”

Seraphina zoomed in on the photo and examined Sandra’s face closely. “Even though her belly has grown, her face has thinned, her eyes are red and slightly swollen… Pregnant women are emotionally unstable. Considering what she’s been through, it’s no surprise that she cries.”

As she spoke, she seemed to think of something and looked up at Leandro. Sure enough, Leandro was looking at her too.

Moments later, he slid off his jacket and paced slowly to the bedside, casting his gaze upon her. In a deep voice, he asked, “Did you cry when you were carrying Valerio?”

Seraphina abruptly turned her face away, “How could I possibly cry? I am so rational, so clear-headed, I wouldn’t shed tears over a bad man.”

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Leandro, hearing this, didn’t utter a word, just leaned over and planted a gentle kiss at the corner of her lips.

How could he not understand?

Nowadays, she was indeed rational and clear-headed. But he was all too aware of what she was like at eighteen. It was because she had been through it herself, so when she mentioned Sandra just now, she felt particularly empathetic.

Noticing Leandro’s tender and persistent kiss, Seraphina slowly closed her eyes.

Only when her emotions had calmed did she reopen her eyes, revealing a pair of bright, clear eyes.

Leandro glanced at her, then leaned down to kiss her eyes again, whispering, “If you get pregnant again, both Valerio and I will be there for you.”

Something dawned on Seraphina, she pointed a finger at Leandro’s heart, slowly creating a distance between them, “Hold on there! I never agreed to have another child for you!*

Leandro reached out to hold her hand, but Seraphina deftly rolled over and pulled away. Then she showed him a picture on her phone, saying, “Gifts like this, they can come more often. Preferably every two weeks, I’ll keep them well.”

Seeing this, Lean