Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 165

Lennon hesitated for only a moment before adding, "If Mrs. Crestwell isn't comfortable with it, I can always book a room at a hotel."

"You can stay. After all, this is our new home—it's my room, and it's Mr. Crestwell's room, too."

Seren answered without a second thought. Once she was certain of her feelings, the idea of sharing a bed with Lennon no longer bothered her. Over the past few days in Riverbend City, she'd grown used to sharing a space with him. Besides, it just felt wrong for Lennon to go sleep in a hotel when he had a home right here, even if he technically couldn't return to his own.

Something about the arrangement felt off, but Seren couldn't quite put her finger on it. She let the thought go, telling herself not to overthink it.

Lennon's eyes sparkled with a quiet amusement. "So what you're saying is, I get to sleep in our new room from now on?"

Seren glanced up. He stood in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar. With his lashes lowered and those dark, fathomless eyes, he looked at once like the brightest constellation and an endless abyss—impossible to look away from, and dangerously easy to fall into.

She answered almost reflexively, "Yes."

As soon as the word left her mouth, she realized how quickly she'd agreed. It sounded as if she couldn't wait for him to stay.

Lennon's lips curved into a slow, lopsided smile. He chuckled softly. "Don't you think calling me 'Mr. Crestwell' is a bit formal? You don't use that name when we're around other people, Mrs. Crestwell."

The memory of this morning flashed through Seren's mind—her cheeks warmed at the thought of calling him "darling" in front of Sheridan. Now, though, the word stuck in her throat. Simple as it was, it weighed a thousand pounds.

She liked Lennon, she really did, but she wasn't quite ready to go against her own nature and say something so intimate out loud. Just the idea of it made her blush to her ears.

Lennon waited, but when no answer came, he seemed to understand. He didn't push her. Some things couldn't be rushed.

He reached out and gently tapped her nose, speaking lightly as if nothing had happened. "Alright, I'll head downstairs to finish up some work. When I'm done, I'll bring up a pillow—looks like I'm sleeping here from now on."

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