Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 7

In the bathroom, Seraphina briefly straightened herself in the mirror, looked at her wrinkled dress and deliberately pulled the neckline down a bit before leaving the room.

The room she stayed was on the second floor, a quiet haven, but she could hear some noise from downstairs. As she descended the stairs, she got a clearer view of the layout below.

In the spacious living room, a boy of about six was sitting cross–legged on the couch with a book on his lap that was bigger than his own body, flipping through it with deep concentration. The boy noticed Seraphina’s footsteps, looked up at her with clear and calm eyes. Seraphina silently pulled her neckline back up.

According to her intel, Balch and his late wife didn’t have children. So, who was this boy? Why was he in Balch’s house?

“Hello!” She walked over, sat next to the boy and smiled, “Whos are you?”

The boy glanced at her again, his eyes quite beautiful, but expressionless, and didn’t answer her question.

It was such a cool child. Seraphina crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “Are you scared of me because I’m too pretty?”

Not only did the boy not answer, he furrowed his brows. He seemed annoyed by Seraphina’s interruption, closed his book, hugged it and got up to head towards the dining table.

any personal touches or interests, and void of any photos. As Seraphina’s

to see

the longtime housekeeper for the Reynolds family, Leandro’s nanny, had a deep relationship

Seraphina was surprised.

table before looking at Seraphina, “I thought it might be you when I saw Leandro bring you home last night, but I didn’t look closely.

slightly dizzy.

the boy reading behind her, “Whose house is

Karan replied, “Didn’t you know this is his house when you came

back

clearly went home with Balch last night, why was she at

the boy, her hungover

came out of the kitchen again with two more plates, not looking at Seraphina, just saying, “Dinner’s ready, let’s

moment before unceremoniously getting up and sitting across from the boy at the table, resting her chin on her

notice her gaze, his page–turning becoming a bit awkward, but he didn’t look

of soup and saw this scene, shooting Seraphina an annoyed look, “What are

am I really that