Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 192

As long as he followed this lead, he was sure he'd find Seren.

Meanwhile—

The assistant stood frozen, at a total loss for words.

For the first time ever, she truly understood what it meant to talk to a brick wall.

At that same moment, Seren and Lennon arrived at Jasper's place.

Jasper's home was a single-story cottage with a wide, half-open rooftop terrace. Out on the terrace, someone had already set up a barbecue grill.

Nadine and Michael had gotten there early and were sitting around the fire with Jasper, all three warming their hands in perfect unison.

Jasper was the first to spot Seren and Lennon approaching. He called out from across the terrace, his voice carrying.

"Lennon, Serena, get over here already! We've been waiting so long, the flowers could've wilted."

Seren felt a little embarrassed—the delay was entirely her fault.

She hadn't realized Jasper had called; after finishing her tea, she'd discovered a small art studio in her room. The studio was stocked with everything she could need: sketchbooks, pencils, fresh paints.

She couldn't resist practicing for a while. By the time she surfaced, Lennon was waiting patiently at the door.

Hence, their late arrival.

Lennon's voice was calm as he explained, "When you called, Serena was practicing her sketches."

The message was clear: Jasper's timing was off. If anyone was to blame for being late, it certainly wasn't Seren.

Jasper just grinned. "Lennon, you're getting softer by the day. Typical—once you have a girlfriend, your friends don't matter anymore."

Michael chimed in dryly, "Wow, you're actually comparing yourself to Serena? You really overestimate your place here."

Jasper scratched his ear sheepishly. "Yeah, fair enough. How could I even compete?"

Nadine looked like she wanted to burst out laughing, but managed to keep her composure—after all, she had an image to maintain in front of Michael.

"Jasper, I've known you for years, but this is the first time I've seen you show any self-awareness."

Lennon didn't object. He picked up the ingredients and started grilling, his movements calm and practiced.

Seren, who'd never learned to grill, just rested her chin in her hand and watched him work.

The meat sizzled over the glowing coals, juice bubbling to the surface. Lennon brushed the meat with oil now and then, his gestures precise and almost graceful.

It was as if he were preparing a delicacy fit for royalty, not just a simple skewer.

The aroma drifted through the air, rich and mouthwatering.

Jasper, who'd been hovering around Nadine, gave up all hope after Nadine managed to incinerate yet another skewer. He drifted over to Lennon, drawn by the delicious smell.

Catching sight of the perfectly grilled, glistening meat, Jasper couldn't hold back. "Lennon, dibs on your biggest skewer!"

"Step aside." Lennon calmly flipped the skewers, not missing a beat. "This one's for Serena."

Seren blushed even harder, feeling the heat in her cheeks.

She couldn't help but notice—tonight, Lennon's gaze seemed especially warm, and he was doting on her more than usual.