Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 145

Sheridan arrived at the Revelry Club.

The server on the phone had told him Willa was drunk and needed someone to pick her up.

He'd also mentioned that, aside from Sheridan, there was no one else in Willa's contacts—so he stressed that Sheridan had to come, no matter what.

When Sheridan reached the private lounge the server had described, a strong, heady scent—sweet perfume mixed with alcohol—hit him as soon as he opened the door.

He stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, and the coffee table in front of him was cluttered with empty wine bottles, scattered in disarray.

Willa was sprawled on the sofa at the far end, her hair tumbling over one side of her face, half-concealing her features.

As he got closer, the syrupy perfume grew stronger.

Sheridan had once thought distance made the heart grow fonder, but now that Willa had moved out of the Golden Age, he still found himself frowning at the scent.

It was exactly the same as it had been three years ago.

In fact, it was identical to the perfume Seren had been wearing these past few years.

Yet now, he couldn't stop himself from feeling a wave of aversion.

Sensing Sheridan's approach, Willa struggled to open her eyes, pressing her fingers to her brow.

"Sheridan, is that you? Or am I just missing you so much I'm seeing things?"

Her brow furrowed gently; her dazed, misty eyes looked heartbreakingly vulnerable.

Even drunk as she was, she still managed to say the kind of things that tugged at a man's heart.

Compared to Seren, who always seemed so distant, Willa was undeniably sweet and charming—she knew how to say the right things.

It wasn't just women who liked sweet words; men did too.

Sheridan felt his resolve soften. "It's me," he said quietly.

Willa hesitated, then gripped the edge of the sofa to pull herself up. She swayed on her feet, nearly falling.

Sheridan instinctively caught her, steadying her in his arms.

"Sheridan, I lost count of how many nights over the past three years I missed you so much it drove me crazy. But when my parents told me you were with Seren, I could only step aside and hope you'd be happy."

"But now you're so cold to me. I can't help feeling hurt."

Willa lowered her gaze, feigning heartbreak, but a flash of scorn flickered across her face.

A moment ago, she had looked like the picture of devotion; now she was nestled against him without missing a beat, pouring out her feelings to this childhood friend of hers.

Men's love, she thought, really was shallow—so easily swayed, so quick to forget.

When she looked up again, her arms slipped around Sheridan's waist like a willow branch, her gaze full of longing, voice meltingly sweet.

"Sheridan, can't we try again?"

Sheridan was silent for a long time, then shook his head. "We can't. I just don't feel that way about you, Willa."

Still, his arms didn't let her go.

Seren's departure had finally made him realize how he truly felt about her.

Given the choice between Willa and Seren, he knew without a doubt—it would always be Seren.

Willa's eyes glowed with adoration and burning hope. "It's okay, even if you don't feel anything for me. I just want to stay by your side."