CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 An invitation to an exclusive gala dinner

Ryan’s POV

I finished scrubbing the last pot in Serena’s kitchen, my sleeves rolled up to my elbows and my thousand-dollar watch carefully set aside.

Who would’ve thought that Ryan Blackwood, CEO of a billion-dollar empire, would be elbow-deep in dish soap at midnight? Certainly not me a few weeks ago.

"That’s the last one," I announced, drying my hands on a kitchen towel.

Serena looked up from her spot on the couch, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. "You actually did a decent job. I’m impressed."

"Does that earn me the right to stay a little longer?" I asked, moving toward her with deliberate slowness.

She tucked her legs underneath her, a protective gesture I recognized immediately. "It’s late, Ryan. And pregnant women need their sleep."

"Just one more cup of tea," I pressed, not ready to leave her presence yet.

Serena hesitated, then glanced at the clock. "It’s almost midnight."

"Since when does Serena Quinn worry about proper bedtimes?" I teased, remembering how she used to work until 3 AM on her designs.

"Since there is a little Blackwoods using my organs as punching bags," she retorted, but there was a hint of a smile playing at her lips.

I conceded defeat, grabbing my jacket. As I headed toward the door, Serena suddenly called out, "I’ve been craving that salmon avocado bowl from Marlow’s. The one with the spicy aioli."

I paused, hand on the doorknob, momentarily confused. "Okay...?"

"For tomorrow," she clarified, not quite meeting my eyes. "If you’re planning on bringing lunch again."

The implication hit me, and I couldn’t suppress my smile. She was giving me permission—no, an invitation—to see her tomorrow.

"Salmon avocado bowl. Extra aioli. Got it," I confirmed, feeling ridiculously pleased with myself.

Serena nodded, trying to look nonchalant. "Good night, Ryan."

"Sweet dreams, Serena," I replied, stepping out into the hallway with a lightness in my step I hadn’t felt in years.

Back in my own apartment next door,I poured myself a nightcap and looked out at the city lights.

For the first time in months, I felt like I was making actual progress.

The wall she’d built around herself had a small crack in it now, and I intended to widen it.

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The next morning, Simon was waiting for me with an envelope and a concerned expression.

"Mr. Blackwood, there’s an invitation from Mr. Harrison Wells for an exclusive gala dinner next week. His assistant specifically requested that Ms. Sophie Hart also attend."

I nearly spat out my coffee. "Sophie? Who the hell authorized her return?"

Simon shifted uncomfortably. "According to HR records, Mr. Kane approved her transfer back from the Boston office last month."

Of course it was Kane. My uncle never missed an opportunity to undermine me.

"You want me to be your date to a business dinner?" she finally asked, her tone unreadable.

"Not exactly a date," I backpedaled, then reconsidered. "Unless you want it to be."

I heard her soft laugh. "Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me?"

Damn, she always could read me well. "Sophie will be there," I admitted. "Wells specifically requested her presence for some reason."

"Ah," Serena said, understanding dawning in her voice. "So I’d be there as, what? A buffer? Your pregnant human shield?"

"No," I replied firmly. "You’d be there as the mother of my children and the woman I—" I caught myself before saying too much. "As my guest. An important guest."

Serena was quiet for a moment, and I found myself holding my breath.

"Fine," she finally said. "But you’re buying me a new dress. This bump doesn’t fit into anything fancy anymore."

Relief washed over me. "Done. I’ll have my stylist send over some options."

"No need," she countered. "I’ll pick something myself. You can just foot the bill."

I couldn’t help but smile. "Whatever you want, Serena. And thank you."

After we hung up, I leaned back in my chair, feeling a strange mixture of dread and anticipation.

A business dinner with my ex-wife, my ex-girlfriend, and one of the most powerful men in the industry. What could possibly go wrong?