Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 225

Seren answered the call.

It was quiet on his end, save for the faint chirping of birds. Into the silence, Lennon’s voice emerged, low and magnetic. “I wanted to hear you say it, Mrs. Crestwell.”

His voice was like velvet infused with moonlight, impossibly gentle and affectionate. It brushed against her ear, sending a tingling warmth through her. Seren had never considered herself someone who was swayed by a person’s voice, but at that moment, her heart skipped a beat. Her mind went blank, and before she could think, the words tumbled out.

“I miss you.”

On the other end of the line, Lennon was quiet for a long moment before speaking again, his voice now thick with tenderness. “I miss you too, Mrs. Crestwell. And I wish I could hold you right now.”

Seren’s heart was in complete disarray. The usually calm lake of her emotions now had ripples spreading out in soft, concentric circles. Her brain felt as if it had been deprived of oxygen, unable to function. It was filled with effervescent bubbles, all joyfully bouncing and colliding with one another.

She sat there holding the phone, completely still, having forgotten she was even on a call.

It took a while for her to come back to herself.

She heard Lennon’s voice again. “The weather in Southborough is beautiful, and the scenery is lovely, but without you here, it feels like something is missing.”

Seren was convinced Lennon must have been a poet in a past life. How else could he so effortlessly weave such deeply romantic words and speak them so freely? She, on the other hand, was clumsy with words and didn't know what to say. The silence felt awkward.

Racking her brain, she finally managed, “The weather in Seaside City is nice today, too.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she cringed.

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