Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 148

A crushing sense of defeat swept over Sheridan, shattering what little composure he had left.

For a moment, he just stood there, stunned—then rage exploded through him.

"Seren Powers!" he shouted, his voice raw.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stormed forward, reaching out to grab Seren's wrist.

He looked every bit like a child whose favorite toy had just been snatched away—the only thought in his head was to take it back, no matter the cost.

But Lennon, quick to react, pulled Seren behind him before Sheridan could touch her.

Sheridan's grasp caught nothing but air.

Seren, still a little dizzy from the kiss, finally snapped back to her senses.

Sheridan's fury made her instinctively recoil in fear.

She'd seen that look before—those three years with Sheridan had been filled with this kind of violent, unpredictable rage.

Whatever was within reach—glass, vase, even a book—he would hurl it straight at whoever was nearest. One housekeeper had ended up in the ICU with a concussion. Seren herself had once been hit in the foot and spent months recovering.

It was no wonder none of the staff ever wanted to be alone with him; nobody in their right mind would willingly walk straight into a hurricane.

Honestly, Sheridan's refusal to let go didn't come as a surprise to Seren.

She'd always known he was stubborn, fiercely single-minded, and completely unwilling to listen to anyone but himself.

Even if she dropped a marriage certificate on the table in front of him, he'd probably insist it was a fake.

Dreading the thought of more endless entanglement, Seren felt a headache coming on. Was she really going to have to send Sheridan a wedding invitation when she and Lennon got married, just to make him finally get the message?

Lennon's face was unreadable, cold as stone.

The only reason he'd kissed Seren just now was to make sure Sheridan saw it—to force him to back off.

But instead of getting the hint, Sheridan only became more belligerent.

Lennon didn't miss the flash of fear in Seren's eyes.

He knew all too well what she'd endured during those years at The Golden Age—the humiliation, the storms she'd weathered alone. He'd wanted to stand up for her a long time ago, and today seemed as good a chance as any.

Without a word, Lennon strode forward, seized Sheridan by the collar, and landed a punch squarely on his jaw.

The blow was hard—Sheridan's vision went white with pain, his ears ringing. He felt something warm running from his nose, and when he wiped it, his hand came away smeared with blood.

Furious and humiliated, Sheridan swung back at Lennon.

But the man by Seren's side was half a head taller than Sheridan, and while he looked calm and scholarly—someone you'd expect to be gentle, maybe even a little frail—his reflexes were lightning quick.

Before Sheridan's fist got anywhere near him, Lennon caught his wrist with ease.

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