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."

two women walked away, Sofia turned to me, flashing a smile like

She leaned close to me, threw an arm around my shoulder, and planted a wet

affection, but couldn't say anything

the photos. "You look so handsome, Jared. I'll post

frowned, my mind contemplating the implications if

we were married would think if they saw

somehow got me worried, and I tried to talk Sofia out of

another photo, her smiles dazzling. "Just relax, Jared. Loosen

my appetite was dampened by her earlier display. As we ate, she resumed picture-taking, snapping photos

along. She posted some of the photos online, and I could

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 tip, but

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

else was good about it, but I dared not say it aloud. "It was awesome, "I

excitement. "Really? I told you you'd enjoy yourself. So, would you love to

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

dimmed a bit, but she quickly recovered. "I'll plan something soon,

been a disaster, and

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

en

my life is the fact that while

(ARIELLE'S POV)

forward to seeing a better performance tomorrow,"

finished my physiotherapy session for the day, and was being wheeled back

absent as

out to get some

missed her and couldn't wait

Sune and

to