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.

started surveying the house. The decor was pretty standard, devoid of any personal touches or interests, and void of any photos. As Seraphina’s gaze landed back on the boy, the kitchen door swung open and a voice came out,

turned to see a familiar face.

family, Leandro’s nanny, had a deep

Seraphina was

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

felt slightly

Karan and then at the boy reading behind

you know this is his house when you came home

back to

a sudden headache, pressing her forehead. This was Leandro’s house, but she clearly went home with Balch

her hungover brain

more plates, not looking at Seraphina, just saying, “Dinner’s ready, let’s eat.”

from the boy at the table, resting her chin on her hand

seemed to notice her gaze, his page–turning becoming a bit

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

pouted, “Karan, am I really