Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 118

All this time, it wasn't that looking back did no good—it was that she didn't dare.

She was afraid that if she turned around, she'd find nothing behind her. Only emptiness.

But now, the empty space at her back was filled—Lennon stood there, quietly taking the place of all her old fears.

A strange sense of reassurance settled in Seren's chest, like her heart had finally landed somewhere safe.

She was a kite, still free to drift wherever the wind might carry her, yet there was someone at the other end, holding the string firmly in his grasp.

Soon, it was her turn at security. Lennon waved at her from a distance, a small but steady gesture.

Seren tore her gaze away and stepped through the checkpoint.

The ticket had been booked by the TV production company—economy class. She made her way quickly to the boarding gate.

She'd barely warmed the seat when her phone buzzed with a new WhatsApp message from Lennon.

[Are you at the gate yet?]

[Yes. Thank you for earlier.]

She hesitated before replying, but in the end, she sent those words.

Lennon had brought her here out of a sense of responsibility. She couldn't just take that for granted; courtesy demanded a response.

[No need to thank me—it's the least I can do.]

Seren read this, automatically moving to close WhatsApp, like she always did. Usually, this was where their conversations ended, trailing off into silence.

But before she could exit the app, another message appeared.

[Actually, Mrs. Crestwell, I'm more than happy to help. It's no trouble at all. In fact, it proves you need me.]

[Next time, trouble me a little more. It'll make me happier.]

Seren stared at the message, stunned.

Trouble him more—and he'd be even happier?

All her life, she'd believed that being a bother only made people unhappy.

Back in junior high, math was her nemesis—the subject that gave her the worst headaches. No matter how many times the teacher explained, it never made sense. The problems felt more impossible than climbing Everest.

When she got stuck, her first instinct was always to ask Swain, the older boy she looked up to. The first time, he was patient, answering every question with a smile.

But by the second and third time, he started saying things like, "Can't you think for yourself? Don't keep bothering people."

But today, her heart felt light, as if the rain had washed something clean.

Half an hour later, it was time to board.

She found her seat and sat down, when her phone chimed again.

Lennon.

[Take good care of yourself out there.]

[It hasn't even been that long, but I already miss Mrs. Crestwell.]

He was getting more direct, less guarded.

Seren felt her cheeks warm. She didn't even dare reply.

She realized—Lennon could be quite clingy when it came to her.

They'd only been apart for a couple of hours, maybe less.

Three hours later, she landed in Riverbend City.

The production company had sent someone to meet her at the airport—and to her surprise, it was someone she already knew.