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

Such a twisted Irony.

(JARED'S POV)

Sofia's eyes flashed with anger. "What did you say?" She asked, her voice threatening.

Rebecca forced a smile, but remained silent.

"I thought as much," Sofia hissed, her tone filled with disdain. "I'd like to place my order now."

"Of course, ma'am," Rebecca said and handed her the menu.

Sofia scanned the menu for minutes, before making a choice. "I'll have the lobster thermidor, filet mignon, waffles with syrup, pasta and meatballs, seared scallops, roasted steak, and the most expensive wine you have-the Chateau margaux 1787. I chuckled, not missing a beat. "All that? You're going big, aren't you, Sofia?"

She gave me a tight smile. "You're a billionaire, Jared. It's embarrassing to question something as basic as food."

I bit back a sigh, my tone light. "Not questioning, just making sure you're not ordering half the kitchen out of boredom." I caught Rebecca's eye and added, "She has a big appetite; it's best to bring smaller portions."

Sofia huffed but didn't argue, too wrapped up in the show of it all. I flashed the waitress an apologetic look as they left, hoping they'd bring a reasonable amount. It wouldn't hurt for her to enjoy herself-but waste wasn't exactly my idea of luxury. Sofia handed the menu back to Rebecca. "We'll have that. Go on and bring our order."

"Umm...Sir, aren't you making an order?" the waitress asked.

Before I could respond, Sofia beat me to it. "Are you dumb or blind? Didn't you see that I made the order for the both of us?"

"I'm sorry, ma,"

"Get out and go get what I ordered."

Glancing around, other diners cast curious looks.

I narrowed my eyes, "Mind your word Sofia."

away, Sofia turned to me, flashing a smile like nothing was

of us. She leaned close to me, threw an arm around my shoulder, and planted a wet kiss on my cheek while

uncomfortable with the public display of affection,

she viewed the photos. "You look so

my mind contemplating the implications if those pictures

were married would think

I tried to talk Sofia out of it. "Sofia, you

with another photo, her smiles

dampened by her earlier display. As we ate, she resumed picture-taking, snapping photos of the meals, and then

some of the photos online,

would only lead to an argument with Sofia. After all, if she was happy, it was a successful evening. I simply paid the bill, and tipped the waitress generously for her troubles. Sofia complained about the tip, but

out, Sofia turned to me, eyes

meal itself, nothing else was good about it, but I dared not say

you'd enjoy yourself.

But as usual, I didn't say it aloud. "Maybe," I shrugged,

she quickly

the plan. This evening has been

and how different she was from Sofia. Arielle was feminine, quiet, and peaceful, whereas Sofia was

en

set both women apart in my life is the fact that

(ARIELLE'S POV)

seeing a better

session for the day, and was being wheeled back

absent

out to

I missed her and couldn't wait for her return, and additionally, I missed

Sune and

not wait to