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.

Seren could tell this was important—Seth would never call her this late otherwise.

She was about to agree when he added, "Oh, by the way, the show's being filmed in Riverbend, not here in Seaside."

He knew she'd just gotten back from Riverbend a few days ago, so he wanted to be upfront before she committed.

If there'd been anyone else he could call, he wouldn't have bothered her.

Seren hesitated for a moment. "Let me talk to my husband first. I'll text you once we've discussed it, okay?"

She genuinely wanted to help and didn't care about running into Sheridan, but she did need to consider Lennon's feelings now. Marriage was about respect and communication, after all.

Lennon had just come out of the bathroom as she spoke, catching the word "husband." He paused, looking at Seren's slender figure silhouetted in the soft light, his face serene but something brighter flickering in his eyes.

After she hung up, Seren realized Lennon was standing there, fresh from the shower, his pajamas loose and casual, yet somehow making him look even more distinguished.

He was watching her, those dark eyes alight with something she couldn't quite name.

Then, with a gentle, unmistakably amused warmth in his voice, he said, "So, Mrs. Crestwell, is there something you'd like to discuss with me?"