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

Enlisted.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"Italy?" Ashley repeated, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Yes, the founders of the scholarship have their academy in Italy," I responded, excitement sparking inside of me.

"What scholarship?" Ashley asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"The one Mr Stone, my manager, told me about," I explained. "I had turned it down, but I think it's the solution to my decision to move now."

"Tell me more-"Ashley made to say, but I was already shooting out of my chair. I hurried to the sitting room and retrieved my phone from the couch, tapping on the calendar screen. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was less than two weeks before the scholarship expired. "What's going on?" Ashley called out.

"I have to call Mr Stone," I responded, already dialing his number.

"Hello?" Mr Stone's voice came through the line.

"Hi, Mr Stone. I'm calling about the culinary scholarship. I know I declined initially, but I'm interested now and would love to know if it's still Open."

"Ah, Arielle! I'm glad you're interested, now. You don't know how much I wanted you to take the offer and how disappointed I was when you turned it down. Yes, the offer is open and won't be ending until a week's time. And even if it was closed, You're one of my top candidates, and I'd have pulled a few strings around to get you in."

A smile and a blush crossed my features. "Thank you. How do I apply?"

"You can sign the papers when you come to work tomorrow."

"Alright. Thank you for your kind response."

"Oh, it's nothing. Do have a good night's rest," and the line went off.

I returned to the dining room beaming. "It's happening."

The next day at work, I took the scholarship form, but as I began to fill it out, I realized I needed some documents. But there was a problem, those documents were back at Jared's place.

A knot instantly formed in my stomach as I thought about returning to the house. If I could have my way, I would love to skip that par jt I can't because I need the documents if I still want to be able to travel.

Hesitant, and at a loss on what to do, I dialed Ashley's number. "Hey, I need your help," I said, explaining the situation to her.

"Don't worry, I'll go with you," She offered without hesitation after I was done explaining.

instant relief.

"You're welcome."

one more

"What?"

number anymore to call and inform him ahead of time

call him?"

by in the morning on our way to work to get the

"Thanks, Ash."

before the

the documents aside afterward and returned to work. An

to Jared," she said. "He's cool with

"Okay."

*******

next day, on our way to work, Ashley and I pulled up

be right back,"

car while I walked up to the

it, his expression neutral. I spared him a momentary look, he

"Hey," he called.

replied. "I need

didn't bump into Sofia. In the room, I

my cookbooks? Did you move them?" I turned to Jared, who

I didn't," he responded with a shrug. "They're supposed to

mean, you don't

short by the door going open, and Sofia stepping. Oh please, not

asked with a smirk. "I got rid

got rid of your novels too,

thing we both have in

I heard wrongly. "You did

repeated. "They were looking so large and medieval. You weren't coming

thought what, Sofia? You had no right to get rid of what's not yours,"

stepped forward, his expression

mean it that way. She probably thought

you'll always take her side. What's

calm down," he said, placatingly. "I'll get you new ones, okay? Just

Mr. Billionaire? Those books were first editions, rare and irreplaceable. And they hold memories, memories from my culinary school

please, they were just