Chapter 62
Seren wanted to fire back, a retort already half-typed into the message box.
But after a moment’s hesitation, she deleted each word, one by one, until the screen was empty again.
If she responded to Sheridan now, he’d only cling even tighter, and that wouldn’t be fair to Lennon.
So she left the conversation unanswered, her expression icy as she blocked and deleted Sheridan’s work number for good measure.
Once she was sure he was gone, Seren carefully scrolled through her WhatsApp contacts, double-checking for anyone remotely connected to Sheridan. All traces -gone. These were the hidden landmines threatening her relationship with Lennon, and she was determined to clear them all away.
Meanwhile, across Riverbend City-
“Seren, take me off your block list! I need to talk to you p>
Sheridan was fuming, his fingers flying as he hammered out the message and hit send.
But instead of the familiar “delivered” checkmark, a glaring red exclamation point appeared, with a line of text beneath:
**Message sent but rejected by recipient p>
Sheridan stared, dumbfounded.
She’d blocked him again.
How dare she!
Still seething, Sheridan went back to Seren’s latest WhatsApp status and took a quick screenshot. Without a second thought, he forwarded it to his group chat-a ragtag bunch of drinking buddies.
“Check out this girl-Seren’s hilarious. Just to piss me off, she posts some random pic online and pretends it’s her big announcement. Give me a break.” Replies rolled in.
“Trust me, man, I know women like this. Just ignore her for a few days and she’ll come crawling back. She’s dying for attention, wants you to beg. Don’t give in-if you do, she’ll walk all over you p>
bel.n
“Isn’t that the ‘Shadow’ ring? The designer’s last masterpiece-worth ten million. Some billionaire commissioned it a decade ago. she’s gonna fake a photo, at least pick something more believable p>
Then came a different message.
“This doesn’t look like a stock photo. There’s a timestamp at the bottom-taken two hours ago p>
That was Quentin—who, not long ago, had overheard Seren
discussing engagement rings with
another man He didn’t buy for a
second that Seren’s post was just to rile up Sheridan. That wasn’t her style.
Quentin zoomed in. Sure enough, in tiny print at the bottom of the screenshot was
the camera’s timestamp: two hours ago.
That clinched it for him-Sheridan really was blind and clueless.
Sheridan’s thumb hovered over Quentin’s message, his anger faltering for a moment. He looked again at the photo. Just as Quentin had said, the timestamp was right there.
He stared hard at the image. Suddenly, his gaze caught on something—a thin, pale scar on the delicate wrist of the hand in the photo.
He froze.
That scar… he knew it. It was Seren’s hand.
She’d gotten that scar years ago, back when he was at The Golden Age clinic when his legs were paralyzed and he’d all but given up. The housekeeper had left a paring knife on the table, and Sereno desperate to stop him from doing something reckless, had grabbed the blade from his hand-cutting herself in the process.
Seren’s skin had always scarred easily; it had taken months of special ointment
before the mark finally faded to a faint line.
Now, seeing that familiar scar, Sheridan’s suspicions were confirmed. But instead
of enlightenment, his anger only deepened.
How dare Seren flaunt her new relationship right in his face!