Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 153

Seren kept her head tilted back, eyes fixed on the looming Ferris wheel before her as it rotated slowly, each turn deliberate and grand.

She lingered by the entrance, hesitating, when Lennon stepped closer and asked, "Want to give it a try?"

Seren nodded, a spark of anticipation in her eyes. Despite having grown up in the city, she'd never ridden a Ferris wheel, and the idea had always intrigued her.

Lennon's gaze softened with affection. "Wait here. I'll go grab our tickets."

"Okay," she replied obediently, her voice gentle. She looked so sweet and unassuming in that moment—utterly endearing.

Lennon couldn't resist; he reached out, ruffling her hair, then pinched her cheek lightly before heading for the ticket booth. The gesture was tender, almost intimate, as if only they existed in that bubble of space.

Seren stood rooted where he'd left her, feeling a dizzy warmth creep up her neck. The world around her seemed to blur, but Lennon's retreating figure remained sharp in her vision.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, his long legs moving with an effortless confidence. There was something about the way he carried himself—every movement radiated the calm assurance of a man who knew exactly who he was.

Seren felt her heart flutter. On the surface, Lennon always seemed so aloof, almost impossible to reach, as if he were carved from ice. But beneath that cool exterior, he was undeniably warm.

Sometimes, he burned as hot as fire, his presence almost overwhelming. Other times, he was gentle and steady, like the sea—so easy to get lost in.

Five minutes later, Lennon returned, tickets in hand, and led her to the Ferris wheel's entrance.

They stepped into a small capsule lined with two rows of seats. Seren sat down on one side, and Lennon took the seat opposite her.

Once they were settled, the attendant closed the door with a click, locking them inside.

The capsule began to rise, inching upward, and in the close, confined space, every sense seemed heightened.

Though Lennon sat a few feet away, Seren could still catch the faint trace of his cologne—a comforting, woodsy scent—and the quiet rhythm of his breathing. She felt herself start to drift, lost in the moment, until his voice snapped her back to reality.

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