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

Infiltrated.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"You don't mean it!" Ashley exclaimed over the phone. "I can imagine the look of shock on her face."

The instant I got to the office and settled in, I got on a call with Ashley to fill her in on the event of the morning. She was surprised and happy, and it reflected in her cheerful laughter.

"For a moment, I feared she was going to lunge at me in anger. She was so shocked. I guess being turned down when she was used to having her way was not such a good experience for her."

"I know, right? Jared deserves a pat on the back. He should do that often. Let her know she can't always have her way," Ashley squealed.

"I wish he could continue this way," I said, my voice suddenly losing some of its brightness. "It hurts to see him fluctuate all the time. This time he's defending me, the other, he's doing all her biddings."

"Come on, don't be like that. Didn't you say he was remorseful last night and apologized?"

"He did, but-"

"No buts, Arielle Smith. I'm sorry to have suggested the divorce, your husband is a good man, one who apologises when he's wrong. There are not many of his kind in the world anymore. Forgive his shortcomings, and fix your marriage. Do not let her come in between you two ever again. And most importantly, communication between you and Jared should be strong."

"Fine, I -"

The knock on the door interrupted me. I turned to it, "Rebecca?"

"It is I," Mr Stone's voice responded instead.

"Sorry, I have to go, Ash. My manager is at the door. I will call you during lunch break so we can continue this discussion."

it's fine," Ashley said, and dropped the

my phone on the table, straightened my skirt, and gave a loud, "I'm coming," before walking towards the door. I opened it to find Mr Stone standing, his frame towering over

Can I come in?" He asked, gesturing into my

let him walk past

door and joined him. "Please, sit," I motioned to

that won't be necessary," he said, waving me off. "I won't

mind already racing with thoughts on

regards to the culinary scholarship programme, Arielle," he said, his tone now

of it, or given him a response. "To be honest, Mr Stone, I have not thought about the offer since the last day

nodded, grateful that he

it, Arielle. Call me selfish, but I want you to. You've proven your proficiency and dedication to your

a moment I

best chefs, to being awarded with a certificate that any restaurant the world would never turn downyour application if you applied to work with them, to the overall best graduating student winning a

of dollars to start

partnership and ambassadorial

deals.

offer will mean giving birth to my child abroad and I didn't want that. And there was Jared, will he be willing to relocate with me for the period of years the programme will last? Leaving him is out of the picture, because it means leaving him to Sofia, and I would

I will think about it." Then I quickly added, "I will think about it

time, the programme is not beginning

I nodded. "Thank you."

me his usual pat on the shoulder, before walking out. After he left, I prepared myself and left for the kitchen to begin my job

*****

to an end and

home felt like the good old days, as we filled in each other on how our day went. Jared told me a crazy story of a woman hitting on him at the restaurant where he hung out with

He asked,