Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 211

Sheridan stood under the streetlight, his eyes fixed on the brightly lit villa, but no one came out. Seaside City, located in the northern part of Veridia, was a place where winter nights were freezing, far colder than in Riverbend City. The wind here wasn't gentle either; it was a biting, bone-chilling cold that made Sheridan shiver.

Five minutes passed. Then ten. Then half an hour. The hands on his watch ticked past ten o'clock. Seren didn't come down. She didn't even reply to his messages. The cold light of his phone screen illuminated the one-sided conversation—only his messages, unanswered, lay in the chat window.

He had traveled across the country, spending countless hours and immense effort, yet she wouldn't even come down to speak with him for a minute.

Sheridan was not a patient man; he had never waited for anyone for more than fifteen minutes in his life. No one had ever dared to make him wait. Tonight was a first. He had already waited half the day for her to return, and now he was prepared to wait all night. He was convinced that if he waited long enough, her heart would soften, and she would eventually come down to see him.

As the night grew colder, Sheridan called his assistant, who had traveled with him. "Bring me a coat. I'm at Rippling Gardens."

The assistant, who had just collapsed into bed after a long day, answered with a weary "okay." Watching this real-life drama unfold was far less entertaining than seeing it in a movie. When your boss was the one groveling, all you could think was: *Oh, for the love of God, please spare me from this mess!*

He clicked his tongue silently. This was self-inflicted torture. It seemed that whether in fiction or reality, the groveling ex-boyfriend was always a bit unhinged. They push someone away, regret it, and then come back begging like a dog. If he had just cherished her from the beginning, none of this would be happening. In his opinion, men like that didn't deserve forgiveness, and any woman who took them back was either a fool or hopelessly naive. Seren was neither. The outcome was obvious: Sheridan could wait all night, but he wouldn't see her.

The assistant didn't stay long. As he left, the lights in the villa went out. The night grew darker, shrouded in a heavy mist. The light in Sheridan's eyes dimmed along with the house lights. He pulled the wool coat tighter around himself, but a deep, penetrating cold seeped into his bones, chilling him to the core.

Upstairs, Seren emerged from her shower, and Lennon dried her hair for her before heading into the bathroom himself. Exhausted from the day's shopping, her head felt heavy the moment it hit the pillow, and she drifted off to sleep without realizing it. When Lennon came out, she was already sound asleep.