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

The trip

(ARIELLE'S POV) Awed!

That was how I felt when Jared pulled into the hotel. As I looked around inside the car, I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my mouth. The building literally glittered as the soft dashboard light illuminated it.

Jared chuckled and turned off the car's engine. Then he alighted and opened the car door for me. I accepted the hand he provided as I stepped out.

I couldn't help it as I took in more details of the hotel's surroundings properly. The building towered above us, its clear and sleek glass glinting. The entrance was a spacious archway, decorated by sparkling fountains and meticulously manicured flower lawns. Overall, the hotel's exterior spoke of immense wealth and sophistication.

"I... I didn't know your family owned this hotel," I stuttered, unable to hold my surprise.

"Point of correction, it is under the Smith's corporation, but it is mine," Jared said, his voice bearing a hint of subtle pride.

I was stunned. I knew Jared was rich, and so was his family, but occasionally, it feels like I don't really know the extent of their wealth. Maybe because Jared was not like those obnoxious billionaires in movies and books who boast about their wealth and look down on those below them.

As I took in my surroundings again, I shook my head. Three years of marriage and I didn't know that the famous J&S hotel was Jared's. Hold on, the name was the initials of Jared's name; Jared Smith. How come it didn't occur to me? I wondered, wanting to smack my head.

But then, I felt a sudden nagging feeling of sadness that I didn't really know much about Jared. I had met him at the age where my mother was urging me to get married, she even set up blind dates for me, and it was on one of those dates that I met Jared, who was equally on a blind date. We got talking, and lost communication after a while.

However, an old woman visited the previous restaurant I worked in one day, and fell in love with my cooking. We had become friends, and whenever the old woman visited, she spoke about her grandson and how she was going to bring him one day because just like her, he was a lover of good food.

And so, one day, true to her word, the old woman came with her grandson, who turned out to be Jared. We had reconnected again, and after three months and a couple of dates, he asked me to be his wife.

granny, whose days on earth were numbered, and I, because my

get by. That was why we could co-exist so easily for three years, without much issues. But over the years, I had fallen for Jared, and would always thank his grandma (God bless her memory) in my

wasn't sure it was the same for Jared, but I didn't let it bother me. As long as he treated me right, despite his somewhat aloof nature most times, then I was content. Jared's voice broke into my thoughts. "What's on your mind, Arielle? You

eyes instantly lit up,

on, let's

a bellhop dressed in a crisp uniform approached us. His

Hotel, Mr. and Mrs. Smith!" He greeted

you fetch our

nodded and quickly

Jared turned to

left turn, which led us to a beautiful

greeted us with a warm smile. Without Jared requesting, she provided a key card. "Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Your

"Thank you, Scarlett," Jared

and led me

couldn't take my eyes off the hotel's interior design The walls were adorned with exquisite artwork, and the floors were

stepped in, and the doors closed behind us. The elevator took us to another part of the hotel, which seemed like a

"I told you, we have

He inserted the key card, and the door swung open, revealing

Maroon rug. The suite had a separate living area, a dining room, and a kitchenette. "I love it!" I exclaimed, unable to hold

smiled, tooking pleased

"I'm glad you do," he said,