Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 104

Lennon's expression didn't waver as he replied calmly, "Thank you, Grandfather."

Their bedroom was in the west wing, done up in a classic, old-world style.

Once the door closed behind them, Seren and Lennon found themselves facing each other in silence.

Only then did it fully dawn on Seren—she'd be sharing a room with Lennon tonight.

The realization hit, and for a moment she fumbled, suddenly aware of the rush of warmth rising to her cheeks and the flutter in her chest.

Oddly enough, she didn't feel the aversion or discomfort she'd always imagined she would.

She remembered how, whenever she had to share a room with Sheridan, her first instinct was unease and resistance.

It wasn't that she disliked Sheridan, but deep down, she'd never felt comfortable being alone in an enclosed space with someone else.

Lennon's voice broke the silence, low and reassuring.

"We can't sleep in separate rooms here," he explained. "If the elders saw that, they'd worry we weren't getting along."

"That's fine. Or… you could take the bed, and I'll sleep on the so—"

Seren stopped mid-sentence, eyes sweeping the room. It was immaculate but, to her dismay, there wasn't even a hint of a sofa.

In fact, for all its size, the room didn't offer so much as an armchair big enough for someone to stretch out on.

So that meant… she and Lennon would have to share the bed tonight?

Just picturing it made Seren's face burn even hotter.

A subtle, knowing smile played at the edge of Lennon's lips.

"There's no sofa here," he said, amusement in his eyes. "And even if there was, you'd be in the bed and I'd take the couch."

He paused, then added gently, "How about this—you go to sleep first. I'll wait outside and come in after you've fallen asleep."

"That's not necessary."

It was late autumn, and the chill in the air made the idea of Lennon waiting outside unthinkable.

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