CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Chapter 370 The Uninvited Guest

Author’s POV

Serena gave a single, grim nod, her eyes darkening like gathering storm clouds. "I suspect it. Has Mr. Alvin reported anything? Any preliminary findings from the investigation?"

"Been too busy putting out metaphorical fires at the studio and running here," Sally admitted, pulling out her phone. "Want me to call him now?"

Before Serena could nod, the door to the private room swung open.

Ryan Blackwood stood framed in the doorway. His face was unnaturally pale, stark against the dark fabric of his coat, a clear testament to his own battle with smoke inhalation. The very air in the room seemed to crystallize.

Serena’s gaze lifted and accidentally crashed into his gray-blue eyes. What she saw there was a turbulent sea—concern, a flicker of residual fear, and an intense, laser-focused intensity she hadn’t witnessed from him in years. It was disarming. She was the first to look away, her fingers tightening on the starchy hospital sheet.

Sally noticed him, swallowing whatever she’d been about to say. She couldn’t muster her usual sharpness for the man who’d literally carried Serena from the flames. "Mr. Blackwood," her tone was civil, polished to a cool sheen. "Serena needs complete rest." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Ryan acted as if he hadn’t heard her. He moved past her like a shadow, walking straight to Serena’s bedside. His gaze was a physical thing, meticulously tracing every detail of her face—the pallor of her lips, the slight redness rimming her eyes, finally anchoring on the bandage wrapped around her wrist. When he spoke, his voice was ravaged, like gravel dragged over broken wood. "Does it hurt?"

Just two words. They slammed into Serena’s chest with unexpected force. She had braced for accusations, for cold pleasantries, for anything but this stark, awkward, devastatingly sincere concern. Her throat constricted, suddenly too tight for speech.

Beside her, Sally looked equally stunned, her frown deepening as she studied Ryan. The emotion naked in the man’s eyes was too raw, too genuine. It felt... intrusive. Unsettling. When did he start caring this much? The question hung, unspoken, in the sterile air.

"Thank you for what you did," Serena finally managed, her own voice a hoarse echo of his. She wrapped the words in careful calm, maintaining a deliberate distance. "I’m fine now."

A subtle release of tension traveled through Ryan’s shoulders. He opened his mouth, a silent sentence forming on his lips.

The door chose that moment to open again.

Cedric Lancaster entered, Rancy’s small hand enveloped in his. The moment the little girl saw her mother, her wide eyes instantly shimmered with unshed tears. She broke free from Cedric’s grasp and launched herself toward the bed like a tiny, distressed comet. "Mommy!" The word trembled. Her small hands fluttered over Serena, afraid to touch. "Are you hurting?"

Serena’s heart, already tender, melted completely. So much for shielding her. She shook her head, offering a soft smile, and gently stroked her daughter’s cheek with her uninjured hand.

Cedric’s eyes first swept over Ryan, a cold, unspoken warning flashing in their depths, before he stepped forward. He tenderly ruffled Rancy’s hair, his voice softening into a pointed melody. "Sweetie, remember our deal? No crying in front of Mommy, or she’ll feel worse. You remember, don’t you?"

Rancy sniffled heroically, her little mouth wobbling. "But Daddy, I think Mommy must be hurting."

"Rancy, be good," Serena soothed, her voice gentle. "If you don’t cry, Mommy won’t hurt anymore."

Rancy, sensing the chill, looked up and tugged gently on Cedric’s sleeve. "Daddy," she whispered, "angry? Why?"

Cedric looked down, the cold in his eyes instantly thawing into a manufactured warmth that didn’t quite reach their depths. "No, sweetheart. Not at all. Let’s go. We need to let Mommy rest." He took her small hand firmly in his.

"When will Mommy come home?" Anxiety threaded Rancy’s voice. "Can I come see Mommy tomorrow? Rancy wants to stay with Mommy!"

After a brief, calculated pause, Cedric nodded. "Alright. I promise to bring you to see Mommy tomorrow."

"Promise for sure?"

"Promise for sure."

Satisfied, Rancy offered a small, trusting smile, skipping slightly to keep pace with him as they walked away.

At the far end of the hallway, the polished steel elevator doors slid shut, enclosing Ryan in a silent, metallic tomb. He stared at his own blurred, distorted reflection in the doors—a ghost in the machine. His fingers slowly curled at his sides, nails biting into his palms.

A sharp, precise pain lanced through his chest, a phantom wound far more acute than any burn from the smoke. He had plunged into hell to pull her out, only to deliver her, once again, straight back into the arms of another man.