Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 128

He could only catch a fleeting glimpse of that sea-green silhouette as it disappeared behind the car door.

Moments later, the door shut, the Bentley's engine purred to life, and the car pulled away, gliding past him.

Sheridan's gaze instinctively followed, peering through the tinted window, searching for any sign of her.

Seren sat in the passenger seat, eyes fixed straight ahead, not once glancing in his direction.

Sheridan didn't need to guess—he knew exactly where Seren's attention was: on the man in the driver's seat.

Even from a distance, he'd seen the invisible thread between them, the quiet, unmistakable pull in their eyes.

A gust of wind swept down the street, slipping beneath Sheridan's collar and sending a chill through him, snapping him back to reality.

The Bentley was gone, vanished into the city's pulse, leaving nothing for him to watch.

Reason returned, cold and sober.

He couldn't shake the strange sensation that he was nothing more than an abandoned stray—lost, alone, and utterly dispensable.

Or maybe he was just a defeated soldier, battered and beaten, stripping off his armor and limping away in disgrace.

Whatever anger or frustration he'd felt a moment ago had been thoroughly doused, replaced by a bone-deep chill.

A sudden emptiness hollowed him out.

It was as if he'd just lost the most important thing in his life.

He stood there for a long time before the truth finally dawned on him—the root of his inexplicable fury.

It was all because he was terrified of losing Seren.

He began to reflect—really reflect.

Those three years.

He'd liked Seren all along.

That air of indifference he'd put on, the way he pretended not to care—it was all an act, just a desperate bid for her attention. He wanted her to notice him, care for him, come closer.

But no matter how aloof he acted, no matter how cold, Seren never changed.

She was always gentle, polite, distant—never letting him close, always maintaining that careful boundary. To him, she was—

A perfect puppet, without a spark of feeling. At least, none for him.

He knew better than anyone:

Seren didn't love him. She was only with him out of gratitude for saving her life.

And once she'd repaid that debt, she'd leave.

The truth was, he'd always been angry and uneasy because his love for Seren was hopeless and unrequited.

Once he realized this, Sheridan felt all the strength drain from his body, leaving him hollow and weak.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Willa.

He hit decline without a second thought.

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