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."

said, and dropped the

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

Arielle. Can I come in?" He

nodded and let him walk

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

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

I responded, my mind already racing with thoughts

to the chase. I'm here in regards to the culinary scholarship

to me weeks back, I have not thought of it, or given him a response. "To be honest, Mr Stone, I have not thought about the offer since the last day we spoke about it. I'm sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry about. You must have been

nodded, grateful that he

think you should take it, Arielle. Call me selfish, but I want you to. You've proven your proficiency and dedication to your job over the months you've worked here, and I don't think anyone else

a moment I thought about

mouth watering benefits. From being groomed by the world's best chefs, to being awarded with a certificate that any restaurant the world would

of dollars to start up their own

partnership and ambassadorial

deals.

inside of me. I have always wanted my child to be born in his father's country, to be a full citizen. Accepting the offer will mean giving birth to my child abroad and I didn't want that. And there was Jared,

me, Mr Stone, but I will think about it." Then I quickly added, "I will think

your time, the programme is not beginning until three months

I nodded. "Thank you."

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

*****

came to

as usual. The drive 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

did afterward?" He asked, sparing me a