CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Chapter 310 When Passion Speaks

Serena’s POV

Morning hit Las Vegas with a golden flood of sunlight, pouring through our floor-to-ceiling windows. I stretched lazily in bed, watching Ryan already dressed in a crisp navy suit, typing something on his phone.

"Good morning, workaholic," I teased, pulling the sheets up to cover myself.

Ryan looked up, his eyes softening as they landed on me. "Good morning, beautiful." He set his phone down and sat on the edge of the bed. "The jewelry expo opens in an hour. Ready to see some spectacular pieces?"

I practically bounced out of bed. "Are you kidding? I’ve been looking forward to this more than anything."

Ryan chuckled, clearly amused by my enthusiasm. "It’s just stones and metal to most people."

"Just stones and metal?" I gasped in mock horror. "That’s like saying the Sistine Chapel is just paint on a ceiling."

An hour later, we were walking through the exhibition hall of the International Luxury Jewelry Expo. The space was massive, filled with displays that sparkled and glittered under carefully positioned lighting. Security guards stood discreetly at corners, watching over tens of millions of dollars worth of precious gems and metals.

Ryan moved through the space like he owned it, occasionally stopping to greet industry acquaintances with firm handshakes and practiced smiles. I noticed how his eyes quickly assessed each booth—not looking at the jewelry itself, but scanning for branding elements, display techniques, and customer traffic.

As we moved deeper into the expo, Ryan continued his business assessment. "Market segmentation is getting increasingly competitive," he noted. "Brands are either pushing ultra-luxury or trying to capture the aspirational mid-tier."

I nodded absently, my attention suddenly caught by a display of uncut gemstones at a small, unassuming booth. "Ryan, look at these," I breathed, already moving toward them.

The booth belonged to a boutique mining operation from Tanzania. Unlike the polished displays of major brands, their presentation was simple—raw gemstones displayed on black velvet under spotlights.

I picked up a rough sapphire, holding it up to the light. "This is pure magic in its most beautiful form."

Ryan frowned slightly. "It just looks like a blue rock to me."

"That’s because you’re seeing it with business eyes, not creator eyes," I said, placing the stone in his palm. "Look closer. This isn’t just a blue rock—it’s unlimited potential. It’s endless possibility."

I guided his hand, tilting it to catch the light. "See how the color shifts? How there’s depth even in its raw state? That’s the soul of the stone revealing itself."

Ryan’s expression changed, curiosity replacing skepticism.

"It’s like people," I continued, warming to my subject. "Some stones are like extroverts—all flash and brilliance on the surface. Others are introverts—they keep their fire hidden deep inside, and you have to know exactly how to cut them to release it."

I moved us to another display case with various cut stones. "Look at this emerald. The cutter chose a step cut instead of brilliant. Any idea why?"

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