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."

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