Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 195

"Was what Mrs. Crestwell posted on Insta true?"

"That line on Insta?"

—Forever falling for my beloved Mr. Crestwell.

How did Lennon even know about that?!

Seren stopped in her tracks. Under Lennon's intense gaze, she could only nod, cheeks burning.

But her curiosity soon outweighed her embarrassment, and she blurted out, "Wait, you follow me on Insta?"

"Yeah."

Seren barely used Instagram, but she knew her followers list hovered around a dozen people, so she'd never noticed Lennon's name before.

"When did you start following me?"

He paused, thinking. "I don't really remember. It was when Grandpa took me to that art competition. He told me to follow you—he's always loved art, you know."

Lennon said it as if it were nothing important.

"You never posted anything, so I forgot about it. It was only when you just now posted that new story, and I got a notification, that I saw it."

Seren took out her phone, opened Instagram, and scrolled all the way down her followers. Sure enough, Lennon's name was sitting right at the bottom.

His explanation checked out.

Lennon's eyes softened as he looked at her. "Mrs. Crestwell's stories are always lovely. I like seeing them. Mrs. Crestwell should post more often."

He leaned against the doorframe, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint smile.

"And Mrs. Crestwell, next time you post something like that, maybe tag me? Otherwise, no one will know that the 'Mr. Crestwell' you're talking about is actually me."

His voice rose at the end, sounding just a little aggrieved and almost boyishly plaintive.

Seren clasped her hands behind her back, giving a quiet, barely audible "Okay."

Maybe it was because she had Diana Yates as a point of comparison, but Seren truly appreciated having a future mother-in-law who was tactful and gracious.

It was nothing like the awkward, stilted interactions she'd had with Diana Yates. With Shirley, whether they were talking in person or just messaging back and forth, Seren always felt at ease—like a warm breeze on a spring day.

After she'd finished picking everything out, another message from Shirley popped up.

[If there's anything you're not happy with, let me know right away. A woman only gets one wedding in her life. I'll do everything I can to respect your wishes. Don't let yourself be shortchanged.]

[Thank you, Mom. I don't have any other requests.]

[Alright, you and Lennon can talk things over together as well.]

[Will do.]

Just as she sent her reply, Seren heard the bathroom door open and glanced up out of habit.

Lennon stepped out, looking crisp in his pajamas—except that the top two buttons were undone, a casualness she'd never seen when he was around others.