Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 258

A soft voice pulled her back from the mire.

"Seren."

She looked up. Kendal was standing in front of her, holding a bouquet of flowers. It was a large arrangement of pink and white roses, their ruffled edges looking exquisite in the dim light.

Seren froze, completely bewildered.

A public confession in a setting like this was bound to attract attention, especially when the man was Kendal, who had just been on stage. A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered around them, buzzing with excitement.

Seren felt a rising sense of panic. Amid the catcalls and the clicking of cameras, Kendal was speaking, but she couldn't hear a word. She could only see his lips moving. Her attention was fixed on the space behind him, where she saw a tall, slender figure emerge from the crowd. Lennon was back.

He walked calmly to her side, a bottle of water in his hand, and suddenly, Seren's racing heart grew steady.

Just then, Kendal finished his speech. "Seren, be my girlfriend."

Seren instinctively glanced at Lennon. He said nothing, his gaze meeting hers, calm and steady, as if he too were waiting for her answer.

She turned her attention back to Kendal, her eyes filled with apology. "I'm sorry, I was about to tell you earlier. I'm married. I have a husband."

With that, she took Lennon's hand and, with calm politeness, introduced him. "This is my husband."

Surrounded by so many people, Seren felt a strange sensation, as if she were making a public announcement. A faint heat rose to her cheeks.

Lennon smiled, adding smoothly, "I forgot to mention it as well. Seren and I are married. We just haven't sent out the invitations yet. We'll be sure to send you one in a few days."

She continued, "I've been thinking about it, and I realize this was my fault. In public, I haven't been holding your hand or acting like a typical married couple. That's what gave Kendal the wrong impression."

Seren was someone who learned from her mistakes. She hadn't paid much attention when Lennon had brought it up before, but this incident had made her see things clearly. Though her behavior was unintentional, it was still unfair to Lennon. He had the title of a husband but wasn't being treated like one.

"The fault is more mine than yours," Lennon said as he started the car, his eyes on the road. "The initiative should come from the man. Next time we're out, if Mrs. Crestwell doesn't take my hand, I'll take hers. And I'll be sure to call Mrs. Crestwell my wife."

His voice was warm, tinged with an obvious pleasure that Seren could hear even without seeing the smile in his eyes. The light in the car was dim and shifting, obscuring his expression.

Not wanting to distract him while he was driving, Seren didn't say any more. She turned to look out the window, a small thought crossing her mind. She and Lennon were a strange pair. Most people would be busy shifting blame, but here they were, both trying to take it all on themselves.

But as she thought about it, the events of the evening started to feel a little too… coincidental.