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

Checking his phone; yes or no?

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I was roused from sleep by a gentle tap. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Jared peering down at me.

"Dinner is served, Mrs. Smith," he said, his voice warm and teasing as he pressed a light kiss to my forehead.

"Dinner? I was startled and sat up. "What time is it?" I inquired, looking at the window, and I realized outside looked dark, but the room was illuminated by the bedside lamp. Jared chuckled. "You have been sleeping for four hours. Come to think of it, you never slept this much. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I quickly replied and got off the bed. I was sure my recent weakness and proclivity for sleep was because of the pregnancy, but I was not about to admit that to Jared. "Alright," Jared said with a nod. "Shall we?"

I nodded back, and we both walked out of the bedroom. As we strolled to the dining room, I asked, "So, what's for dinner?"

"Roasted potatoes, broccoli, and chicken," Jared replied with a smile.

I stopped to stare at him in surprise. "How come? You can barely boil water, let alone cook a complex meal like that."

Jared paused, then gave me a smile. "Sofia helped," he said, his tone a bit too casual.

A sharp pang of jealousy stabbed through me, quick and unexpected. I imagined Jared and Sofia in the kitchen, laughing together, working as a team. It was a foolish thought, I knew. They were both adults-exes, even-and I trusted him. But that didn't make the jealousy any easier to swallow.

I shook my head, pushing the thought aside as we entered the dining room. The table was set, and Sofia was seated, waiting. I took my seat, and Jared followed suit.

Jared cleared his throat and spoke, "Sofia has something to tell you, Arielle."

Sofia turned to him sharply, a questioning look in her eyes, but Jared nudged her slightly.

"Go on," he encouraged.

Sofia gave him a death glare before turning to me with a fake smile plastered on her face.

lately," she began. "I've been having mood swings, and in case you don't know, since you've never

from scoffing at her words. Was this an apology or a subtle shade? At the same time, I wanted to laugh

to thank you for letting me stay under your roof," Sofia continued. "Jared informed me that you gave your consent. I promise to be quiet and stay out of your way. You won't even

fine, Sofia. Thank you for apologizing, and you're

that the queen is here and I've

the underlying sarcasm in her tone unmistakable. It might be to Jared, but not to me. Indeed Sofia was unrepentant, and I will have to

I said, and

She rambled about

lunch because I made

"You mean that day you spilled flour all over your

rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up! At least I was not the one who almost burned down our house, while trying

chip in a few words to indicate that I was still present at the table, but Sofia wouldn't let me get past

wasn't reliving

from twenty years

to take out invisible food crumbs. "You have a little something

against his face.

seem to mind the attention. But I saw the frown when she touched him. His eyes met mine in those fleeting moments, and for the briefest second, I guessed he wasn't entirely at ease with the

intestines whenever we are starving, but I recalled Jared's words about Sofia's predicament. I took a deep breath and

to clear the table. Sofia offered to help, and I was more than grateful to be rid of her

guys," I said, trying to sound sincere. "I'm exhausted. I think

at my last words, and

bedroom, relieved to be alone. I took

gown. I got into bed afterwards, trying to sleep, but my mind kept wandering. I couldn't

sleep, I was roused by the shuffling sounds of someone moving. My eyes went open and

bare to his torso. His biceps protruded on well-formed arms, and his back was toned, with a

on him because he suddenly swirled

was caught staring. "Hey, you're awake," he said