Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 69

After the wedding photoshoot was over, Seren stepped out of the bridal boutique still feeling unsettled.

Matters of the heart were always too complicated for her—no matter how hard she tried, she could never make sense of them.

Before Sheridan came into her life, Seren had been focused solely on studying art under Mr. Shaw, pouring all her energy into mastering watercolor landscapes. She had little to no experience with relationships.

Meeting Sheridan changed everything. Since then, she's been following her instincts, rarely stopping to reflect on what it all meant.

Now, belatedly, she realized even instincts could be wrong.

She couldn't even tell what she'd really felt for Sheridan. Was it love? Was it a sense of obligation? Or something else entirely?

Lennon's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"There's an auction tonight. Want to go?"

He kept his tone casual, but added, "I heard Elder Fairchild's 'The Shadowed Oak' is on the block tonight, along with a few rare, original old masters."

Elder Fairchild was one of Seren's favorite modern artists, renowned for his paintings—especially his oak studies.

It was that very piece—'The Shadowed Oak'—that had launched Fairchild's career in art circles years ago.

Some critics even claimed that Fairchild's 'The Shadowed Oak,' with its masterful technique, effortless brushwork, and elegant composition, was worthy of comparison to the ancient master Wen Tong's painting of the same name.

Seren blurted out her answer without hesitation. "Absolutely!"

She'd always dreamed of seeing Fairchild's 'The Shadowed Oak' in person.

And those rare old paintings—she wanted to see them for herself, too. Genuine works of that vintage almost never came to market.

As for the questions that had been circling in her mind just minutes ago, Seren simply let them go.

She had always been easygoing, never one to torture herself over things she couldn't figure out. She believed that, in time, the answers would reveal themselves.

Rather than waste energy puzzling over the unknowable, she looked forward to the auction and the chance to finally lay eyes on Elder Fairchild's masterpiece and those elusive ancient paintings.

Half an hour later—

Lennon's car pulled up in front of a palatial, neo-classical building overlooking the river—its grand columns and ornate façade making it look more like a palace than an auction house.

As they stepped out of the garage, Seren noticed the 'Full' sign already lit, and several luxury cars being ushered into VIP spots up front by security.

Clearly, the auction was going to be packed.

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