Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 294

Without realizing it, Seren had truly accepted Lennon into her life.

"What else did Nadine say?" Seren asked.

"She told us to hurry up because Old Mr. Rutledge is already there. She also teased me, saying I was in a big rush the day I went to ask for your hand in marriage."

Lennon's words reminded her. The day he had gone to propose, she had barely been awake when he was already at Rutledge Manor.

She stopped what she was doing. "You went to my grandfather's house really early that day, didn't you?"

Lennon thought for a moment. "I left at about six and arrived at six-thirty."

Seren fell silent. She took back her previous thought; that was earlier than most people clocked in for work.

Remembering that it was an important occasion, she decided to put on some light makeup. While she waited for her sunscreen to set, she asked casually, "Why so early?"

Lennon's voice was as gentle as always. "I was afraid that after a night's sleep, Mrs. Crestwell might wake up and decide her decision had been too impulsive, that she might have second thoughts. So I had to go early and make it official before you could change your mind."

Seren was squeezing out some foundation when his words made her pause. She looked up and met his gaze. His eyes were serious and intense; he wasn't joking.

This was what she truly believed. Growing up with Swain and Slater's constant criticism had left her with a deep-seated lack of confidence. When she compared herself to Lennon, she often felt she wasn't good enough for such an exceptional man. In her eyes, a man like him—handsome, successful, and from a good family—was highly sought after. If she had backed out, he could have easily found another partner, probably someone much better than her.

Lennon reached out and gently stroked her hair. "No. If Mrs. Crestwell had changed her mind, I would have lost a wonderful wife."

His eyes were dark, his tone sincere.

In that moment, something shifted inside Seren. This was what it felt like to be chosen, unequivocally. In Lennon's eyes, she wasn't just another woman.

The realization sent ripples of joy through her heart.