Ryan's POV
I watched the exchange between Ethan Quinn and Serena with measured attention. The exhibition had gone flawlessly—better than expected, actually. Every piece displayed with precision, every detail executed perfectly. I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride watching Serena in her element, even from the sidelines.
"Mr. Blackwood, shall we proceed to the celebration dinner?" Ethan approached me as the exhibition wound down. "I've arranged a private room at the restaurant nearby."
I nodded, glancing toward Serena who was speaking with one of her designers. "Of course."
The restaurant was only a short drive away. I kept my hand at the small of Serena's back as we walked in, hyperaware of her pregnancy and the slight wince that occasionally crossed her face when she th
