Ryan's POV
"Boss, should I check on Ms. Serena? Make sure she's doing alright?"Simon's voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.
And he had picked up on my unspoken concerns, proving once again why he was my most trusted assistant.
I ran a hand through my hair, fighting against the urge to immediately agree. My pride battled with genuine worry.
"Transfer the downtown penthouse into her name," I decided finally. "And make sure she has sufficient funds. She shouldn't be struggling financially because of our... situation."
Simon nodded without hesitation. "I'll handle it right away, sir."
"Good. Now leave me," I ordered, needing solitude.
As soon as Simon closed the door behind him, I pulled out my lighter and lit the aromatherapy diffuser myself.
