Serena's POV
I woke up way too early this morning, rushing to get ready for work. When I opened my door, there was Milton standing in the hallway, holding what looked like a gourmet breakfast spread.
I pretended not to see him, hurrying past with my purse clutched tightly against my side.
The pregnancy was making me nauseous in the mornings anyway—the last thing I needed was Ryan's personal chef hovering around me like some kind of food-wielding guardian angel.
"Ms. Quinn! I've prepared a nutritious breakfast with extra folate! Very important for the baby!" Milton called after me, his voice echoing down the hallway.
I quickened my pace, jabbing the elevator button repeatedly. "Not hungry, thanks!" I called back, relief washing over me when the doors finally slid open.
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