Tangled in His Obsession

Chapter 472

Seraphina had completely forgotten her and Leandro’s wedding anniversary, a lapse which might have been a deal-breaker for some. But after reluctantly giving him a present, not only did Leandro get over the oversight, he seemed genuinely delighted.

Two days later, the painting she had sketched was hanging in Leandro’s home office. It had been years since Seraphina had picked up a paintbrush, and her skills were admittedly rusty. Yet there it was, her casual doodle, taken seriously enough by him to be displayed on the wall. Seraphina felt embarrassed every time she looked at it, and after pestering Leandro for two days to take it down, he remained firm in his refusal.

With no choice but to temporarily let it be, Seraphina decided to bide her time, waiting for an opportunity to deal with the offending artwork.

Before they knew it, Christmas Day arrived, marking not just the holiday but also the wedding date for Bowen and Tania. Seraphina’s social circle seemed abuzz with the event; friends were live streaming from early morning, so by the time Seraphina and Leandro attended the evening reception, they’d already seen the day’s festivities play out online.

In the evening, the couple set out from their home toward the grand affair. The Martins were marrying off their daughter, and the venue was naturally the most upscale hotel ballroom in Sunburst City.

Over the years, the Martins’ rise to prominence had been meteoric, and the city’s elite were all attending. The wedding was a glittering affair, a veritable who’s who of the upper crust.

Arriving at the hotel, Seraphina and Leandro found the entrance swarming with reporters eager to snag an interview with the megastar Georgina. Knowing when to play it low-key, Georgina had dressed in a nude-toned gown and understated makeup, answering questions briefly before making her way inside.

The reporters, slightly deflated by Georgina’s swift exit, turned their attention to Leandro as he stepped out of the car. The former hotshot of the Reynolds Group, alongside Seraphina, known for her flamboyant and stunning fashion sense, were always good for a story.

However, as Leandro helped Seraphina out of the car, the paparazzi were in for a surprise. Usually, Seraphina would be dressed to the nines, stealing the spotlight wherever she went. But today, she was bundled up in a dark green coat, with what seemed like a simple black and white dress underneath. Modesty was the order of the day—a stark departure from her usual style.

Initially, the cameras surged forward, but as the photographers took in her conservative attire, the flurry of flashes and shutters died down.

Seraphina, fully aware of the change in atmosphere, glanced at the crowd with a playful smile. “Come on, you’re not giving me any love here,” she teased. “Just because I’m wearing a coat doesn’t mean I’m not worth a shot, right?” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Mrs. Reynolds, why so conservative today?” One reporter ventured, engaging her in conversation. “It’s not quite your usual style!”

“Could this be Mr. Reynolds’ influence?” another chimed in.

“Is it that Mr. Reynolds didn’t want Mrs. Reynolds to dress too provocatively today?”

Microphones were thrust towards Leandro, and Seraphina stood by, twirling her hair and waiting patiently for her husband’s response.

“I’ve always respected my wife’s freedom to dress as she pleases,” Leandro replied coolly, his gaze steady on the cameras. “Besides, I believe my wife is the most beautiful, no matter what she wears.”

At his words, the reporters couldn’t help but let out a collective cheer. Then they turned back to Seraphina. “What do you have to say about Mr. Reynolds’ high praise, Mrs. Reynolds?”

Seraphina nodded, her smile unwavering. “I think my husband is always right.”