Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 224

As Hilda recited her preferences with perfect accuracy, Seren was genuinely stunned. He hadn’t missed a single thing. She marveled at Lennon’s attentiveness; he had picked up on habits she herself wasn’t even fully aware of. She could almost picture him with a little notebook, diligently jotting down every detail about her. The thought filled her with an overwhelming tenderness.

Lennon was so, so good to her—in a way she couldn't quite put into words.

It made her think of something Sheridan had said: *He could never be as good to you as I am.*

If she could go back in time, she would have shot back that he couldn't even begin to compare to Lennon. Lennon was gentle and considerate, with a list of virtues a mile long. What did Sheridan have besides a bad temper?

But realizing it now was a little too late. She sighed, feeling she had fumbled her argument with Sheridan.

Hilda went back to the kitchen, and Seren went upstairs. She flopped onto her bed, staring at her phone screen. The room suddenly felt vast and empty. She missed Lennon.

But her phone was silent, no new calls or messages. Their last exchange had been that afternoon. She stared at the inert screen, wondering if something was wrong with her phone or the network. Usually, by this time, Lennon would have sent a message asking if she’d eaten dinner.

She checked—the Wi-Fi was fine, and her phone was working perfectly.

Opening their chat, she hesitated for a moment before typing.

[Have you had dinner yet?]

The moment she hit send, her screen lit up with a new message from him.

[Have you had dinner, Mrs. Crestwell?]

[I’m eating now.]

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