Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 114

Lennon suddenly broke the silence. "What time's your flight to Riverbend City tomorrow?"

"Eleven in the morning," Seren replied.

"I'm free in the morning. I'll drive you to the airport," he offered.

"No, that's—" Too much trouble.

The words slipped out almost reflexively, but halfway through, Seren caught herself and changed her mind. "Alright. Thanks."

Lennon turned to look at her, saying nothing more, but an amused, knowing smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Back at Rippling Gardens, the house was much warmer than outside. Seren shrugged off her coat and handed it to Lennon before turning to head upstairs.

Behind her, Lennon called out gently, "I checked the weather for Riverbend City. It's supposed to be cold the next few days. When you pack, bring some warm clothes."

He added, "Dress warmly, alright? Don't catch a cold. And when you get there, send me your location so I know you've arrived safely."

This man, usually so distant and untouchable, now fussed over her with the kind of everyday concern that felt both unfamiliar and oddly comforting.

Seren nodded, reminding Lennon, "I will. I'm not a kid, you know. I've traveled plenty before."

He looked at her, his gaze unwavering. "I know. But this is your first trip away since we got married. The first time you're leaving our home."

His voice was gentle, subtle as rain soaking into the earth—almost impossible to notice, yet impossible to ignore.

Seren had never really understood the meaning of "home." To her, Rippling Gardens had always just felt like a place to stay for now, nothing more. But in that moment, she realized: this was her home. Their home.

She lingered on the word, tasting it in her mind. For reasons she couldn't explain, something inside her shifted ever so slightly.

Finally, she mumbled, "It's just two days. I'll be back before you know it."

She slipped upstairs and closed her bedroom door.

As always, Seren began to tidy up her art supplies on her desk. Halfway through, she paused, struck by a sudden, clear realization: this was her home—her art studio, her things. Everything here belonged to her, prepared by Lennon for her sake.

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