All Chapters of CEO's Regret After I Divorced: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Serena’ s POVI collapsed onto the hotel bed after another exhausting day, immediately grabbing my phone to check for messages. A smile spread across my face when I saw Ryan's request for a video call. Despite the time difference between London and the States, we'd been trying to connect whenever possible."Hey there," I said softly as his face appeared on my screen. Even through the pixelated video, his eyes made my heart skip."You look tired," Ryan noticed immediately, his brows furrowing with concern. "Working late again?"I nodded, shifting to get more comfortable. "Fashion Week preparations are killing me. How's everything back home?""Missing you," he answered simply, making me blush."I miss you both so much," I admitted, feeling a familiar ache in my chest.Ryan's expression shifted slightly. "I heard Cedric Lancaster is back in London."I tensed momentarily, wondering how he knew. "Yes, we ran into each other yesterday. He brought dinner for my team.""Just dinner?" Ryan ask

Serena’s POV"Ryan？" I practically jumped out of my chair, heart racing at the sight of him standing there. God, I'd missed that face so much. "You're here? In London?"My mind was racing with a thousand questions, but my body just wanted to rush into his arms. Several days apart had felt like an eternity, and seeing him suddenly appear in front of me sent waves of happiness coursing through me.Cedric's expression darkened beside me, his previously relaxed demeanor instantly vanishing. I could feel the tension radiating from him, but honestly, I barely registered it. My eyes were locked on Ryan.Ryan's jaw was tight, his eyes flickering between me and Cedric with barely contained displeasure. He took a controlled breath before speaking. "I came to take you for your medical follow-up."I bit my lip, suddenly remembering Cedric's presence. As much as I wanted to leave immediately with Ryan, I couldn't just abandon Cedric mid-lunch. After all, this meal was meant to thank him for his hel

Serena’s POVI'd barely sat down and exchanged pleasantries when she slid the sketches across the table. They were evening gown designs, each one more exquisite than the last. Kruse was famous for their formal wear, with each season's limited pieces becoming instant must-haves among society women.The sketches showed remarkable attention to detail—intricate beadwork patterns, clever structural elements, and flattering silhouettes."Are these for Fashion Week?" I asked, examining the detailed pencil work.Zara smiled enigmatically. "Good eye. These are indeed Kruse's preparations for tomorrow's showcase."I froze, my coffee cup halfway to my lips. Even for tomorrow's show, these designs should be highly confidential. Why was she showing them to me? The gesture made no sense.As if reading my thoughts, Zara leaned forward. "Mrs. Quinn, please don't misunderstand. I'm showing you these because I feel something's missing. I was hoping you might offer some insight."Her eyes met mine, and I

Serena's POVI watched Ivy bite her lip nervously as she rushed to explain. "Mr. Matthews, you've misunderstood. Mrs. Quinn only chatted with me. She hasn't seen any of our Fashion Week pieces."I waved my hand dismissively. "Miss Percy, why don't you step outside for a moment? I'd like to discuss this collaboration privately with Mr. Matthews."I needed to get her out of the room—partly to protect her. The last thing I wanted was to witness Matthews tear into her while I sat there. Something about her vulnerability stirred my protective instincts."Of course," she replied, clearly understanding my intentions. She left quickly, gently closing the door behind her.The office fell silent. Matthews sat across from me, brow furrowed with impatience."Mrs. Quinn, Kruse and Dreamland Studio aren't exactly competitors. But looking at our sketches in advance seems... inappropriate, don't you think?"I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a cool, authoritative tone. "Mr. Matthews, that's hardly

Serena's POVI arrived at the Fashion Week venue early the next morning, the buzz of anticipation already thick in the air.Ivy was already there, immersed in final preparations with the models. I watched her from the corner of the hallway, impressed by her meticulous attention to detail as she adjusted accessories and gave last-minute instructions.I chose not to interrupt her flow, instead hanging back to confer with my assistant about the day's schedule. As we were discussing the post-show interviews, Matthews appeared, striding purposefully down the corridor before pushing open the door to the models' dressing room."Ivy," his voice carried into the hallway, commanding and sharp. "How are the preparations coming along?"I edged closer, curious about their interaction."Everything's on schedule," Ivy replied, her voice brimming with confidence. "We're ready to make a statement today.""Good. There are several additional models waiting in the adjacent room," Matthews announced. "You'