CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300: Chapter 300 Your Face in My Eyes

Serena’s POV

Ryan studied the proposal, his expression thoughtful. "Smart move. LUXE has the distribution network Dreamland needs, and your designs will elevate their portfolio."

I nodded, feeling a surge of pride at what we’d accomplished. "Maya’s staying in London to oversee the transition while Ethan recovers. She’ll be dividing her time between the studio and his rehabilitation."

Ryan pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Good. They deserve some happiness after all this."

The following afternoon, I visited my mother at her London apartment.

"Silas Parker was formally charged this morning," she informed me as she poured tea into delicate porcelain cups. "His assets have been frozen pending investigation."

I accepted the tea, noting how steady her hands remained despite everything. "And Edward? Has there been any sign of him?"

Hazel Quinn’s lips tightened into a thin line. "Gone. Disappeared the moment his father was taken into custody. His passport was used at Heathrow, but after that..." She made a dismissive gesture. "He always was a coward."

"I’ve been thinking," I said carefully, setting down my cup. "About the future of LUXE now that Ethan will need time to recover. The design division has always been the heart of the company, and with Dreamland joining forces..."

"You want to take a more active role," Eleanor finished, her perceptive gaze meeting mine. "Beyond just your designs."

I nodded, surprised by how easily she’d read my intention. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"It’s about time," she said simply. "Serena. Your father may have been its face, but I shaped its vision for thirty years." She reached across the table to cover my hand with hers. "LUXE is as much your birthright as it is Ethan’s."

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As the weeks passed, Ethan’s recovery progressed remarkably well. Between the best medical care money could buy and Maya’s unwavering support, my brother was regaining his strength faster than even Dr. Thompson had predicted.

"I need your help with something," Ethan told me one afternoon as we sat in the garden of the Quinn family estate, the London sun making a rare appearance.

"Anything," I replied, setting aside my sketchbook.

Ethan glanced around to ensure Maya wasn’t within earshot. "I’m going to ask her to marry me. When I’m discharged next week."

Joy bloomed in my chest. "Ethan! That’s wonderful!"

"I want it to be perfect," he continued, a nervous energy animating his movements. "After everything she’s done, everything we’ve been through... she deserves something extraordinary."

I squeezed his hand. "Leave it to me. I have just the thing."

The next morning, I called Zara Percy.

"A bespoke engagement ring?" she repeated, excitement evident in her voice. "For your brother and Maya? Oh, Serena, I’d be honored!"

For the next five days, Zara and I worked tirelessly in her London studio, bringing to life the design I’d been secretly sketching for months.

"It’s perfect," Zara whispered as we gazed at the finished piece nestled in black velvet – a cushion-cut emerald surrounded by a halo of diamonds, set in platinum with delicate filigree work reminiscent of Maya’s favorite art nouveau designs.

"She’ll absolutely love it," I agreed, carefully placing it in a custom box. "Thank you for making this happen so quickly."

The day of Ethan’s discharge arrived with bright sunshine streaming through London’s typically overcast sky. My mother and I had transformed the conservatory of the Quinn estate into an intimate paradise – white roses and greenery cascaded from the ceiling, fairy lights twinkled among the foliage, and a small string quartet waited in the corner.

"Everything’s ready," I whispered to Ethan as the nurse helped him from the wheelchair to stand on his own feet for the first time in weeks. "Are you nervous?"

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