CEO's Regret After I Divorced Chapter 139 Something was wrong

Serena’s POV

The cold splash of red wine hit my cream dress like an unwelco fever dream.

I watched in horror as the stain spread rapidly across the expensive fabric, turning my elegant champagne-colored gown into a ruined ss within seconds.

"I’m so terribly sorry, Ms. Quinn!" The woman who’d spilled her drink frantically grabbed cocktail napkins from a nearby table. "I wasn’t watching where I was going!"

Her desperate dabbing only seed to make the stain worse, working the red wine deeper into the delicate material. Great. Just perfect.

A crowd quickly ford around us—nothing draws attention at a high-society event like an expensive dress being ruined. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassnt as whispers circulated through the gathering audience.

Lucian materialized through the crowd, his expression darkening montarily before softening into practiced concern.

"Serena," he said gently, his voice dripping with solicitude that felt just a touch too rehearsed. "Don’t worry about this. Let take you to change clothes."

I shook my head, trying to maintain my dignity. "Really, it’s not necessary to make such a fuss."

"The celebration is far from over," Lucian insisted, his hand finding the small of my back. "You can’t leave now—it would be inappropriate. Trust , there’s a rest area in the back where we can solve this little problem."

I scanned the crowd anxiously, searching for Ryan’s familiar face, but he was nowhere to be seen. Damn that important phone call. Of all the tis to disappear.

With a resigned sigh, I relented. "Fine."

What choice did I have? I couldn’t exactly stand around for the rest of the night with red wine seeping through my dress.

As Lucian guided through the parting crowd, I caught several calculating looks from the won around us. Perfect gossip material: the CEO of Celestial Gems whisking away the head of Dreamland Studio for a private mont. The rumors would be flying by morning.

We’d barely made it halfway to the rest area when Celeste caught my eye from across the room. She looked concerned but was trapped in conversation with an important magazine editor.

I gave her a small nod to indicate I was fine.

anwhile, Lucian’s assistant was already moving ahead to prepare whatever solution he had in mind. I gave him a pointed look, and nodded slightly toward where Ryan had gone.

He gave a quick nod and disappeared into the crowd.

"This is quite the unfortunate accident," Lucian murmured close to my ear as we walked. "Though I must admit, you make even wine stains look elegant."

I resisted rolling my eyes at the cheesy line. "Let’s just fix this quickly so I can return to my guests."

"Your guests?" His tone carried a hint of amusent. "I believe this is my gala, Serena."

The rest area was surprisingly luxurious—more like a small apartnt than a changing room. Plush couches lined one wall, while a changing screen occupied a corner. Lucian’s assistant had already laid out several dresses on a chaise lounge.

I was examining them skeptically—none looked remotely my size—when the door burst open without warning.

Ryan stood in the doorway, his expression thunderous. My heart did that annoying little flip it always does when he appears unexpectedly.

"Serena, what happened?" His voice was controlled, but I could hear the tension underneath.

"Just a wine spill," I explained, relief washing over despite myself. "Lucian offered to help find sothing else to wear."

"I see." Ryan’s eyes swept dismissively over the selection of dresses before he turned to Lucian with barely concealed disdain. "How thoughtful of you, West. Though it appears you don’t know Serena’s size at all. These wouldn’t fit her."

The temperature in the room dropped several degrees as the two n stared each other down. I crossed my arms, unsure whether to be annoyed or amused by Ryan’s territorial display.

Lucian’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Before he could respond, Ryan continued smoothly, "No need to trouble yourself further. My assistant is already bringing over a suitable replacent."

He walked to the door and held it open with exaggerated politeness. "Your guests must be wondering where you’ve disappeared to. I’m sure they’re eager for their host’s attention."

I bit my lip to keep from laughing at the blatant dismissal. Lucian looked like he’d swallowed sothing bitter.

"Serena," he said stiffly, ignoring Ryan completely, "I’ll leave you to it, then."

Only after Lucian had left and the door closed firmly behind him did I turn to Ryan with raised eyebrows.

"Where did you disappear to earlier?" I asked.

"Phone call," he replied tersely, his eyes scanning from head to toe as if checking for injuries beyond the wine stain. "Important but not nearly as important as what’s happening here, apparently."

Ryan closed the distance between us, examining the ruined fabric with a frown. "Did that seem like an accident to you?"

"What else would it be?" I asked, though a niggle of doubt had already ford in my mind. The timing had been rather convenient for Lucian.

"You’re dripping with cynicism tonight," I comnted, watching him carefully. "Your hostility toward Lucian is showing, by the way. Anyone within fifty feet could feel it."

A cold smile played across his lips. "Trust , that was being polite."

I gave him a reproachful look but didn’t press further. There was clearly history between them that Ryan wasn’t sharing, and this wasn’t the ti or place to dig into it.

We waited in awkward silence for about ten minutes before there was a knock at the door. Ryan’s assistant entered with a garnt bag.

"Perfect timing," Ryan said, taking the bag and handing it to . "I’ll wait outside while you change."

I nodded gratefully. "Thank you."

Once alone, I unzipped the bag to find an elegant midnight blue dress that was exactly my size. How Ryan had managed to procure it so quickly were questions for another ti.

I changed quickly, smoothing the silky material over my curves. The fit was impeccable, of course. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the rest area.

Ryan was waiting in the hallway, but the mont I erged, I could tell sothing was wrong. His expression had shifted from possessive to intensely focused—his business face.

"What’s happened?" I asked imdiately.

"Serena." He stepped closer, his voice low and urgent. "Derek has been spotted in the vicinity. My security team just inford ."

My blood ran cold.

"I’m going to check it out with my team," Ryan continued.

Pure panic shot through . I grabbed his arm instinctively, my fingers digging into the expensive material of his suit.

"Don’t you dare," I hissed, terrified at the thought of Ryan confronting my stalker. "Last ti your security team went after him, he disappeared. This isn’t your personal vendetta to handle—call the police. Please."

Ryan studied my face for a long mont, his expression softening slightly at whatever he saw there. Finally, he nodded.

"Alright," he conceded. "But I want you to wait in the rest area until we know it’s safe. My n will guard the door."

I released his arm, relief washing over . "Fine. Just... be careful."

As I retreated back into the rest area, I caught a glimpse of Ryan’s security detail taking positions outside.Despite the protection, a shiver ran down my spine.

Derek’s appearance tonight couldn’t be coincidental—not at such a high-profile event where my attendance had been publicly announced.