Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 163

Seren had already made her way into the airport lounge.

The lounge consisted of private suites, each partitioned off from the main area. It was still early, so the place was quiet—most of the suites stood empty.

She picked a suite by the window on purpose.

The space was decorated in warm, inviting tones, simple and bright. There was a walnut desk with a computer and an ergonomic chair, everything neat and ready for use. By the window, a leather sofa promised a comfortable place to rest, with a small glass coffee table beside it.

In the center of the table, a white porcelain vase held a handful of fresh daisies, their delicate fragrance giving the room a subtle freshness.

A wooden bookshelf stood nearby, stacked with neatly arranged books.

After she settled in, an attendant brought in two steaming cups of coffee and, with a polite nod, quietly closed the door behind her.

Once the door clicked shut, the room was hushed, leaving only her and Lennon.

Lennon was already at the computer, absorbed in work, and took a call without looking up.

Seren found herself at loose ends.

She'd planned to sketch for a while, but the suite's soundproofing wasn't perfect. She could still catch the muffled sounds of people moving through the corridors, and the airport's periodic announcements cut through the quiet. It was far too distracting.

When she painted, she needed absolute silence—any noise at all would break her concentration.

Her gaze finally drifted to the bookshelf. Maybe reading would help pass the time.

She settled onto the sofa and grabbed a book at random, not bothering to check the title.

She flipped through it for a while, then her eyes landed on a chapter heading, stark black letters against a white page: "A True Gentleman, Gentle as Spring Rain."

The words stirred something in her. Without thinking, she looked up—and saw Lennon at his computer.

The golden autumn sunlight poured through the window, casting a gentle glow over his figure.

In the dappled light, his features were intent, his eyes deep and clear, radiating a quiet confidence.

For a moment, Seren felt as if that phrase—"A True Gentleman, Gentle as Spring Rain"—had materialized right in front of her.

In public, Lennon was calm and courteous, the very definition of a gentleman: never brash, never impatient, always measured and composed, like an unpolished stone that promised hidden warmth.

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