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."

flashing a smile

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

felt uncomfortable with the public display of affection, but couldn't

as she viewed the photos. "You look so handsome,

my mind contemplating the implications if those pictures

we were married would think if

me worried, and I tried to talk Sofia out

her smiles dazzling.

order, rather, arrived. The food was great, but my appetite was dampened by her earlier

posted some of the photos

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,

to me,

was good about it, but I dared not say it aloud.

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

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

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

been

couldn't help but think of Arielle and how different she was from Sofia.

en

both women apart in my life is the fact that while I loved the

(ARIELLE'S POV)

seeing a better performance tomorrow," Sinai

day, and was being wheeled back to my room

absent as

out to get

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

Sune and

wait to have it