The image on the screen was from Seren's Instagram.
It was a photo of a man—muscular, fit, and radiating strength.
Beneath the photo, she'd written: "My heart will always skip a beat for dear Mr. Crestwell."
Was this… a public display of affection?
A pang of jealousy twisted in his chest, followed closely by a wave of irritation.
It wasn't just women who liked to compare themselves to others; men were the same.
What bothered Sheridan most was this:
In the three years Seren had lived at The Golden Age, not once had she posted anything about him.
She'd never said anything remotely sentimental or romantic.
He'd always assumed Seren was reserved, calm, too composed to ever do something so… girlish.
Yet now, for another man, she was doing exactly that.
She'd only been with this guy for a short while, but it was as if she'd become someone else entirely.
Sheridan was too consumed by indignation to realize what was really happening.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
How was he any less than that man?
Why would Seren choose him—Lennon—over Sheridan?
He had the pedigree, the looks—he couldn't see a single area where he fell short.
Frustrated and with nowhere to vent, Sheridan fired off a message to his assistant.
[Is there anything about me that's lacking compared to that guy?]
Sheridan's self-esteem was riding high these days.
Three years ago, when he'd been paralyzed from the waist down, he wouldn't have dared compare himself to anyone.
But now, with his legs fully recovered, his confidence had returned. Even if he couldn't completely outshine Lennon, he certainly wasn't far behind.
His assistant had followed Seren's Instagram for years—ever since those frequent work reports at The Golden Age, which naturally involved some interaction with her.
When the assistant saw Seren's latest post, he actually felt glad for her—someone as wonderful as Seren deserved a good man.
He'd sent the screenshot to Sheridan, hoping Sheridan would finally give up and stop making life difficult for his poor, beleaguered assistant.
He hadn't expected Sheridan's reply to be that question.


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