Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 105

As they spoke, Lennon strode over to Seren in just a few long steps, his legs carrying him across the room with ease.

Seren noticed the thoughtful look in his eyes, but she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she gave him a quick rundown of the TV project she'd been offered.

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I wanted to talk it over with you."

Even though it was just a trip to Riverbend, and there was no guarantee she'd run into Sheridan or anyone from the Powers family, Seren still felt uneasy.

She tended to be cautious by nature. In her mind, whether one was dating or married, you should respect the relationship and act responsibly while you're in it.

She believed in keeping a respectful distance from anything that might seem inappropriate, even if there was nothing to hide. Failing to do so, sooner or later, trouble would follow.

What worried her most was that Lennon might read too much into it. He'd never brought up Sheridan or the Powers family, but when it came to exes, she knew men could be just as sensitive as women.

Lennon's expression was gentle. "I think you should go, Mrs. Crestwell. You have my full support."

Seren blinked in surprise. "Why?"

He chuckled softly, reached over, and tapped her nose affectionately.

"Because this is your dream, Mrs. Crestwell. I promised Father Rutledge I'd always respect your wishes, and stand behind you—no matter what."

He said it as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

With that, he picked up the hairdryer and began drying his hair, not adding anything more. The low hum filled the room, while Seren sat there, caught off guard, her thoughts scattered.

Lennon's words weren't flowery, but somehow they were even more stirring than any sweet nothings. He always seemed to know just how to shake her composure, as if she'd taken a sip of sparkling peach water—every note of sweetness blossoming quietly in her chest.

By the time she came back to herself, she was still thinking about the way he'd tapped her nose—so tender and intimate that it made her heart flutter. She didn't mind at all; in fact, every time she remembered it, a gentle thrill ran through her.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

When the hairdryer finally went silent, her mind felt a little calmer too.

She looked over at Lennon and asked, "Aren't you worried I'll run into my ex in Riverbend and… rekindle something?"

That, after all, was the real concern behind her earlier words.

He looked at her, unwavering. "I trust you, Mrs. Crestwell."

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