Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

What agreement?

(ARIELLE'S POV)

ensured to give me jeering looks through the rearview mirror.

The ride home was one of the most annoying experiences I have ever had. Sofia did everything possible to upset me, by fussing and being all over Jared. She was either dabbing his face with a handkerchief or playfully throwing her arms around him. And while at it, she "Can you play some music, Jared? I'm bored," her loud voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the car.

"What do you want to listen to?"

"That song we used to listen to in high school, 'I will always love you,' by Whitney Houston," Sofia said.

"I don't have that song anymore," Jared said, his eyes fixed on the road.

"Why wouldn't you have a song that meant so much to us?" Sofia pouted, appearing hurt.

He shrugged and chuckled, and I felt a sting. He always seemed relaxed around her, something that felt oddly reserved when it was just the two of us.

Sofia shot him an exaggerated sigh before pulling out her phone, acting as if her whole day depended on it, then looked around, annoyed. "Where's my phone?"

Jared rolled his eyes with a hint of a smile. "Some things never change, huh?"

Sofia grinned.

Without a word, Jared reached into the glove box, pulled out her phone, and handed it to her. She took it with a little air-kiss in his direction and started playing the song. The car filled with Whitney's soulful voice.

Love You..." Sofia began, and Jared hummed softly. Their voices blended, bringing back

watched them sing and bond over the music, their voices synchronizing in harmony. I swallowed hard, wondering if Jared knew how much his actions hurt

for me to breathe. I turned away, gazing out the

Being sidelined by Sofia and having to contend for

too emotional. I couldn't afford to let them see me cry, couldn't afford to let Sofia see me vulnerable. So I kept looking out the

picked it up with a flourish. "It's your mom," she

tell her I'm driving. I'll call her

paused over the

shrugged, not even looking over. "Yeah. Figured

never changed mine,

glanced over, "It's not a

"Well, what's

scoffed. Really? Who asks a grown man for his phone's password?

a small smile,

She looked

was stunned. For

his password, nor had I ever needed to know it. But hearing it now, realizing he'd chosen my name, made something soften in me. A small warmth flickered to life, reassuring me that, even

world.

again, and stifled the urge to laugh. She still looked shocked, and

swirled around to face me, and I turned back to the window, trying to hide my smile. Good riddance to

word in the remaining part of the ride home. It seemed

up in our home parking lot, and I felt nostalgic being back to our main house. The instant Jared turned off the car's ignition,