Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 96

The Crestwell family was enormous, sprawling across so many branches that Seren suddenly felt as though she were at a holiday reunion, being introduced to distant relatives she'd never remember.

In the end, apart from Lennon's parents, all the names blurred together and slipped right out of her mind.

When the light ahead turned green, Lennon said nothing more, simply started the car and drove on.

The Crestwell Family Estate was also tucked away in the old part of town, though unlike the Brewer family's place in the south, it sat in the north.

It wasn't exactly close by.

At midday, the old neighborhood was quiet, almost sleepy. The streets here were much narrower than those in the new district, winding and crisscrossing into a maze of alleys and cobbled lanes.

Once they left the broad main road, Lennon eased up on the gas.

Seren turned her head to quietly watch the scenery roll by.

As they passed the mouth of a side street, she spotted an elderly couple making their way out, gently supporting each other as they walked.

The noon sun was bright and golden. The old man's hair was snowy white, the woman's face deeply lined, yet the way they moved together—slow and steady, hand in hand—made even the sunlight seem softer, more peaceful.

Seren's mind conjured a phrase: growing old together.

The thought fluttered through her, and she found herself glancing at Lennon in the driver's seat.

He was handsome, focused on the road ahead, long fingers resting gracefully on the steering wheel, sunlight slanting across his strong profile. There was something almost artistic about the scene—so composed, so striking it was hard to look away.

A man this attentive, this gentle, this considerate... spending a lifetime with him, growing old together, didn't sound so bad at all.

The realization startled her.

Back in Riverbend City, for three long years, every time she thought about "the future," everything seemed gray and directionless. Each day blurred into the next, and she couldn't bring herself to imagine what came next—she was too afraid to even look ahead.

Whenever she came across the word "future," she'd flinch and quickly look away.

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