Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 220

Just then, Grandfather Crestwell’s voice drifted through the door.

“I was just worried you’d get distracted and bother my granddaughter-in-law while she was working. Her art requires absolute focus, you know. One wrong stroke, and the whole painting is ruined.”

His rambling words were laced with genuine concern for her.

The knot in Seren’s stomach loosened, and a warmth spread through her chest. Everyone in the Crestwell family had been so good to her; she couldn't find a single fault with her marriage to Lennon.

After she entered the room and exchanged a few pleasantries, her assistant called. Seren politely excused herself from Grandfather Crestwell’s company. The moment she stepped outside, Lennon’s hand found hers, his fingers lacing tightly with her own.

As they walked out together, hand in hand, Seren felt as if even the crisp, cool wind had a touch of tenderness to it.

Once they were in the car, the driver greeted them before discreetly raising the privacy partition, leaving the two of them in their own world.

Lennon was the first to break the silence. “I’ll drop you at Rippling Gardens first, then head to the airport.”

Seren nodded, a simple “Okay,” but her mood suddenly plummeted. The afternoon sun was brilliant and warm, yet a shadow seemed to fall over her heart. She knew exactly what she was feeling—she just didn’t want him to leave.

Noticing her quiet gloom, Lennon’s gaze fell on the emerald bracelet adorning her wrist.

He smiled, teasing her gently. “The matriarch gave you our family’s most treasured heirloom. It seems that with you in the picture, I’ve been completely dethroned.”

Normally, a comment like that would have left Seren flustered and speechless. But today, she wanted to share—to show off, even—just how wonderfully Dowager Crestwell had treated her.

She pulled a small cloth pouch from her handbag. Inside was a gold locket, about the size of her palm. The design was antique, the craftsmanship exquisite and refined, clearly a piece far superior to any modern jewelry.

The sentiment was heavy, and so was the gift.

“She gave me this, too. She said it was an heirloom passed down from her side of the family.” Seren couldn’t help but smile, a hint of pride in her voice.

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