Alle Kapitel von CEO's Regret After I Divorced: Kapitel 341 – Kapitel 350

When Serena descended the stairs, Cedric Lancaster was sitting with Rancy at the dinner table. The little girl was animatedly telling her "daddy" about her day at preschool, her tiny hands gesturing enthusiastically as she spoke. Despite his attentive nods, Cedric's smile didn't quite reach his eyes, tension evident in the set of his shoulders.Serena slid into her chair without giving it much thought. After such a hectic day, hunger gnawed at her stomach. She needed to eat quickly—there was still an online meeting to attend afterward, and punctuality was non-negotiable in her business.Cedric kept glancing her way, clearly wanting to speak but holding back. It wasn't until Rancy finished her meal and the housekeeper gently led the sleepy toddler away that he finally broke the silence."I hear you're planning to thank the Blackwood CEO personally," he said, his tone carefully measured despite the jealousy churning inside him. "Even purchased a special gift?"Serena murmured a distracte

Serena's POVI sat in the hospital corridor, my mind drifting back to that moment outside the restaurant. That man—why did he seem so hauntingly familiar? His presence had stirred something deep within me, a connection I couldn't explain.His impeccable attire and commanding presence certainly didn't mark him as ordinary. Could he possibly be Vivian's father? The thought made my stomach tighten inexplicably.Questions swirled through my mind like autumn leaves caught in a gust, so consuming that I barely registered Cedric's concerned voice beside me."Serena!" His voice suddenly rose, snapping me back to reality."What? Is it Rancy? Has she woken up?" I jumped to my feet, glancing anxiously toward my daughter's room. She remained motionless on the bed, her small chest rising and falling rhythmically.Cedric sighed, gently pulling me back down onto the bench beside him. "Serena, where were you just now? Your mind was a thousand miles away."I shook my head, unwilling to broach the subje

Author's POVAcross town, Vivian was causing quite the commotion at kindergarten. Her tiny face set with determination as she confronted her teacher."Vivian, Rancy's family is taking care of her. She'll be fine," the teacher assured with forced patience."Just stay here at kindergarten and wait for Rancy to come back, okay?"Vivian's expression darkened, her little chin jutting forward stubbornly. "If you won't tell me where she is, I'll go find her myself!" she declared, spinning on her heel and marching toward the door.The teacher, panicking, called security to stop her. The guards approached tentatively, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of restraining Ryan Blackwood's daughter. Their hesitation gave the clever child just enough opening to dodge between them, making a dash for the exit.But Vivian, brilliant as she was, was still just a four-year-old. The teachers caught up with her before she could escape the grounds, grabbing her arms as she twisted and squirmed."Let me go! L

Serena's POVI pulled Rancy toward the car, but she dug her heels into the gravel, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. I'd never seen my daughter this defiant before."NO! NO GO!" she screamed, her tiny voice echoing across the perfectly manicured lawn of Manor House. Her little body trembled with emotion as she tried to twist out of my grasp.My patience snapped. I felt my face harden as I knelt to her level."Rancy," I said, my voice dangerously low. "You don't listen to Mommy anymore? Fine. Since you love it here so much, maybe Mommy should just leave without you."I dropped her hand and turned toward the car, pulling the door open with a sharp tug. It was an empty threat—I'd never leave my baby—but I needed her to understand the gravity of this situation.Panic flashed across her tear-streaked face. Her little legs wobbled as she lunged forward, tiny fingers clutching desperately at my sleeve."Mommy! Rancy sorry! Sorry!" she sobbed, hiccupping between words. "But Rancy no want

Serena's POVI slipped into the underground bar, my eyes struggling to adjust to the perpetual twilight. The music, a relentless, primal beat, pounded against my eardrums like a physical assault. This place was reputed to be the most fluid hub of information, but the deafening din and the greasy stares that clung to me made me question the wisdom of my decision.But I'd come this far. Turning back now would just mean another sleepless night, haunted by unanswered questions."Well hello, beautiful. Drinking alone tonight?" The bartender's gaze traveled slowly, explicitly, up and down my body, lingering a little too long.Ignoring his leering gaze, I pulled out my business card and placed it flat on the grimy bar counter."I need to speak with your boss," I said firmly, my voice cutting through the bass.The bartender's expression shifted, almost imperceptibly, the moment his eyes landed on the card. His smarmy smile vanished, replaced by a flicker of wary respect."Ms. Serena? Follow me