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."

me, flashing a smile like

and began snapping selfies of us. She leaned close to me, threw an arm around my shoulder,

public display of affection, but couldn't say anything as we were

she viewed the photos. "You look

my mind contemplating the implications

knew we were married would think if they saw these

got me worried, and I tried to talk Sofia out of it. "Sofia, you

photo, her smiles dazzling. "Just relax, Jared. Loosen up, you're

later, our order, or Sofia's order, rather, arrived. The food was great, but my appetite was dampened by her earlier display. As we ate, she resumed picture-taking, snapping photos

posted some of the photos online, and I could already

and as predicted, we couldn't finish the food. There was enough left to feed three more stomachs, but I didn't point it out. That 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

out, Sofia turned to me, eyes bright. "Wasn't that fun? How's the

for the meal itself, nothing else was good about it, but I

was besides herself with excitement. "Really? I told you you'd enjoy

screamed in my head. But as usual, I didn't say it aloud. "Maybe,"

but she quickly recovered. "I'll plan

the plan. This evening has been a disaster, and I couldn't

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

en

fact that while I loved the latter, I respected the former. Such a

(ARIELLE'S POV)

well today, I look forward to seeing a better performance tomorrow,"

the day, and was being wheeled back to my room by

was absent

out to get some

missed her and couldn't wait for

Sune and

wait to have it