Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown novel Chapter 241

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“Serena…”

Aaron had barely spoken her name when a lively, eager voice chimed in beside him.

“Aaron, I heard you’d arrived, so I rushed right down!”

Cynthia Lynwood hurried over, her eyes flickering with a hint of nervousness. But the moment she spotted the bouquet of roses in Aaron’s arms, her whole face lit up. “Are these for me, Aaron?”

Aaron’s gaze flickered. He glanced over at Serena, who was already striding toward the TV studio, her expression unreadable. His brow furrowed with frustration. Without another word, he shoved the roses into Cynthia Lynwood’s hands. “Yeah. They’re for you.”

Cynthia’s cheeks flushed pink as she lowered her head, shyly inhaling the scent of the roses. “They’re beautiful. And they smell wonderful! You must have had them flown in from Faircrest, didn’t you? Aaron, you’re so thoughtful. You know I love Faircrest roses best, and you went to all that trouble just for me. I’m really touched…”

As she spoke, she kept sneaking smug glances in Serena’s direction.

Serena, however, didn’t so much as flinch. She simply kept walking, one step at a time, toward the studio entrance.

The more Aaron watched her, the more agitated he felt. He was just about to follow after Serena when Cynthia Lynwood grabbed his arm. “Aaron, let’s take a picture together!”

When he looked up again, Serena had already disappeared through the doors.

He shook Cynthia’s hand off, his tone curt. “Aren’t you supposed to be filming? What are you still doing down here?”

Cynthia, still clutching her phone, looked a little embarrassed. Noticing a few people watching, she forced a smile. “I’m going up now, Aaron. Since you’re here, why don’t you come up and watch? Filming a show is really fun.”

Aaron glanced up at the tall, glass-fronted building—at least a dozen stories high. After a moment’s hesitation, he followed Cynthia inside.

It didn’t take him long to spot Serena in the crowd, quietly reading her script.