Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 249

Lennon didn't answer right away. Instead, he asked, "How many days have I been gone?"

"Today is the second day," she answered without hesitation. She had been counting.

A soft chuckle came through the phone. "You've been keeping track?"

"Of course. I count every day."

"I miss you, Mrs. Crestwell," he said suddenly.

Seren didn't respond. She missed him, too. It was strange; from the moment he left, an ache had settled in her chest.

After a few seconds of silence, Lennon spoke again. "When I get back, you can hug me."

When she woke again, the sky was just beginning to lighten. The room was quiet, save for the distant chirping of birds. And the steady, rhythmic beating of a heart against her ear. She was pressed against a firm, warm chest, and the familiar, comforting scent of sandalwood filled her senses.

It took her a few seconds for her sleep-addled brain to register what was happening. She was in Lennon's arms. But he was supposed to be in Southborough. Had he come back last night?

She shifted slightly and looked up at his face. His features were sharply defined in the dim morning light—strong brows, a straight nose, and thin lips. With his eyes closed, the usual intimidating aura he carried was gone, replaced by a soft vulnerability.