Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 13

At that moment in Seaside City, Seren and Lennon were together over dinner.

She couldn't help but notice: every dish on the table happened to be something she liked. Maybe it was just a coincidence, or maybe not.

What surprised her most was how much she and Lennon seemed to have in common—not just in taste, but in interests too. Even when she brought up topics like classical art, Lennon always had insight to offer. No matter what she mentioned, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

Outside, the river sparkled in the evening light. The view was spectacular, and the atmosphere so warm and easy that time slipped by unnoticed. The unpleasant phone call from earlier felt like a distant memory, pushed far from her mind.

By the time they finished their meal, it was ten o'clock. Seren made her excuses, thanked Lennon for dinner, and rose to leave.

Lennon stood as well, escorting her to the entrance of the bistro. He offered, in perfect gentlemanly fashion, "Would you like me to drive you home?"

She shook her head with a polite smile. "That's all right—I drove myself."

Seren had borrowed one of Nadine's many cars for the evening—a sleek Porsche, much more practical than the collection of luxury vehicles usually gathering dust in Nadine's garage.

Lennon nodded. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"See you tomorrow," Seren replied, waving over her shoulder as she walked away, not once glancing back.

She had agreed to marry Lennon, yes—but right now, all she felt for him was a kind of detached appreciation, nothing more.

If she had turned around, she might have glimpsed the tenderness in Lennon's eyes as he watched her go—feelings he couldn't quite hide, lingering in the night air.

Back at Nadine's spacious apartment, Seren parked in the underground garage. As soon as she cut the engine, her phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message from Sheridan:

[Enough drama. Come home.]

Drama? Seren let out a bitter little laugh.

Even now, Sheridan still thought she was being unreasonable.

Three years ago, she'd believed that if she gave enough, she'd earn real love. Only now, after running headlong into disappointment after disappointment, did she finally understand: give your heart to the wrong person, and no amount of effort will ever be enough.

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