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

The quest for answers.

(JARED'S POV)

I pressed the doorbell button on the wall beside the door, and waited for a response, but a few minutes later, none came forth. I tried again, but got same unresponsiveness. Confirming my suspicion, I grasped the door handle, and sure enough, it was locked. I mentally smacked myself. "Of course," I muttered. What did I expect at 10 am on a working day? Ashley, like most working professionals would be at her job.

A sudden realization dawned on me. If Ashley was at work, and Arielle had sought refuge with her yesterday, perhaps Arielle was at her workplace too.

That decided, I swiftly retraced my steps to the car. I was going to look for Arielle at the restaurant. As I drove, my mind wandered. I hope Arielle would be willing to listen, knowing how stubborn she can be when upset. Speaking of apologies, I shouldn't apologize to her empty-handed. I decided to get her favorite flowers, lavender.

I spotted a supermarket a few meters ahead and pulled over. Inside, I picked out a bouquet of fresh lavender flowers and continued my journey.

As I arrived the restaurant, I stepped out of the car and approached the entrance. Just midway, a familiar face approached me-Arielle's junior chef, Rebecca.

"Hi, sir," she greeted with a smile. "How's it going? I was just wondering, is your wife okay? She's not at work today, and her phone's not going through."

My expression froze, and I momentarily went blank. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to digest her words. Was this some joke? "Isn't Arielle in her office?"

Rebecca shook her head. "No, she hasn't come to work since she Left early, yesterday. I've been trying to reach her, but...." her voice trailed off when she saw the look on my face.

I felt a tide of dizziness wash over me, and my grip on the bouquet slackened. Panic grew, making my voice almost shaky. "D... Did she tell you where she was headed before she left yesterday?"

down in thoughts. "Umm...no, she just asked me to fill in for her, saying she needed to

handed her the bouquet, taking it back immediately, realizing my mistake.

nodded, and turned

worth, her best friend was here yesterday at lunch break. It was a few hours later that your wife left," Rebecca announced. "Thanks, Rebecca," I said,

bouquet onto the passenger

could she be? Why wasn't she at work because

phone going through? And most importantly, why was she home earlier than

Arielle yesterday, then

to find Ashley. She was the only one who most likely had answers to my questions, and until I

a

receptionist recognized me and flashed me smile. "Good morning, Mr. Smith.

to see Ashley," I replied, my

me check with her PA." A brief pause later, she said,

emerged from the elevator and

walked to her desk, I inquired, "Is

Sir. She left work in a hurry yesterday, earlier than

wobbled and

feeling crawled up my spine, giving me goosebumps. Both women had left their workplaces earlier than usual,

leaving early?" I pressed, trying to keep my voice calm so as not