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."

Sofia turned to me, flashing a smile like nothing was wrong. "I think we

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

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

giggled, as she viewed the photos. "You look so handsome, Jared. I'll

contemplating the implications if those

we were married would think if they saw these

somehow got me worried, and I tried to talk Sofia out of it. "Sofia, you shouldn't

me with another photo, her smiles dazzling. "Just relax, Jared. Loosen up, you're too

rather, arrived. The food was great, but my appetite was dampened by her earlier display. As we ate,

posted some of the

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

way out, Sofia turned to me, eyes bright.

it, but I dared not say it aloud. "It was

told you you'd enjoy yourself. So, would you

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

she

nodded, the least enthusiastic about the plan. This evening has been a disaster, and I couldn't wait to

how different she

en

that

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I look forward to seeing a better

finished my physiotherapy session for the day, and was being wheeled back to my room by a nurse. I

absent

out to get some

fix my phone. I missed her and couldn't wait for her return,

Sune and

not wait to