CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Chapter 307 Just Us, for a While

Serena’s POV

I zipped up our suitcase while Ryan double-checked his laptop bag. The morning sunlight streamed through our bedroom windows, casting a golden glow across the room.

"Do you think we packed enough?" I asked, mentally running through our weekend checklist again. "Vegas is so much hotter than New York this time of year."

Ryan glanced over, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Serena, we’re going for two days, not two weeks. Besides, I’m pretty sure Las Vegas has stores if we forget anything."

I rolled my eyes at him but couldn’t help smiling. "Very funny. I just want to be prepared." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

We made our way to the nursery where Margaret was already entertaining Vivian. My heart squeezed watching my daughter’s chubby hands reaching for the colorful blocks Margaret was stacking for her.

"There’s my princess," Ryan cooed, kneeling down to kiss Vivian’s forehead. She immediately grabbed for his tie, a new favorite activity of hers.

I knelt beside them, breathing in her sweet baby scent. "Mommy and Daddy will be back before you know it, sweetie." My voice caught slightly. This would be my first time away from her overnight since returning from England

"She’s going to be perfectly fine," Margaret assured us, her experienced hands gently prying Ryan’s tie from Vivian’s determined grip. "We have a full schedule of tummy time, story time, and plenty of naps."

"And you have all our numbers," I confirmed, handing her a piece of paper with contact information she already knew by heart. "The hotel, cell phones, Ryan’s assistant, my assistant—"

"And the President’s direct line," Ryan teased, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Honey, Margaret has this under control."

Margaret nodded confidently, bouncing Vivian on her hip. "Go enjoy yourselves. Consider it practice for your anniversary trip next month."

I kissed Vivian’s soft cheek one more time. "Be good for Margaret, okay?"

Ryan checked his watch. "We should get going if we want to make our flight."

With one last wave to Vivian, we headed out. The drive to the airport was quick, and before I knew it, we were settling into our first-class seats on the direct flight to Las Vegas.

As the plane climbed into the sky, I watched New York grow smaller beneath us, buildings turning into miniature models before disappearing altogether beneath a layer of clouds.

Ryan wasted no time getting to work, pulling out his tablet and flipping through documents. I glanced over, catching glimpses of floor plans and inventory lists.

"Already working?" I teased, nudging his shoulder with mine.

He looked up with a slight smile. "Just reviewing the Vegas store’s quarterly reports before we arrive. Their numbers are strong, but I want to understand the layout better before we tour it."

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