In the end, Seren didn't refuse. She simply turned and walked back to her room.
Lennon carried her suitcase inside, then, with impeccable tact, left her alone, quietly closing the door behind him.
The room was spacious, with what looked like a separate sitting area beyond a set of double doors. But Seren was far too exhausted to explore—she collapsed backward onto the bed, arms and legs splayed.
The curtains hadn't been drawn, so the city's lights shimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Along the riverbank, neon signs flickered, casting a kaleidoscope of color across the water.
She was staring absentmindedly at the view when her phone suddenly buzzed.
Seren didn't bother to check the screen before answering.
A deep, commanding male voice rang out from the other end.
"So, you and Sheridan had another fight?"
His tone was cold, the kind of cold that didn't need to raise its voice to make you feel the weight behind it—an interrogator's chill, the authority of someone used to having people answer to him.
It took Seren a moment to register who it was.
It was Garry Powers, Sheridan's father.
Garry was rarely in Riverbend City, always traveling for business. In the three years Seren had known Sheridan, she'd never met Garry in person—just one phone call, ages ago.
She remembered it vividly: Garry's words had been sharp, his presence oppressive even through the receiver. The entire conversation, she'd felt like she was standing trial.
His voice was like a judge's gavel, relentless and booming. He spoke to her as if she were a suspect, not his son's girlfriend.
One line from that call still echoed in her mind:
"I don't know why you're with my son, but if it's just for our family's money, I suggest you leave now."
It had stung. Her pride had never fully recovered. She'd tried to defend herself at the time, but afterward, she felt only humiliation. If money was what she wanted, she could earn it herself—she didn't need Sheridan for that.
After that call, they'd never spoken again. Garry had faded into the background of her life, almost forgotten.
She never expected he'd call her now.


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