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

The dinner.

(JARED'S POV)

"What do you think your mother wants to talk to us about?" Sofia asked, breaking the silence in the car.

We were on the way to my mother's place for dinner the next day, and Sofia wouldn't stop worrying about the motive behind the invitation.

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"I hope it's not for something bad," she went on.

"Yeah, me too."

We drove in silence for a few more moments until Sofia spoke up again. "Are you sure you're okay? Your mood hasn't been your best since you returned home yesterday."

"I'm fine," I responded, keeping my eyes fixed on the road. There was no way I was going to tell her that I had been worried about Arielle since yesterday. No way. It was going to cause another rift. Sofia nodded and looked out the window.

We soon arrived at my mother's house, and the butler was already waiting at the door to take our coats. My mother was a fan of having numerous staff with different job descriptions, unlike me, who liked my space. "Welcome, sir, Madam," the butler greeted, taking the coats. "Your mother is waiting for you in the dining room."

As we walked into the dining room, my Mom rose from her seat, a bright and warm smile on her face. "Hey, dear. It's great to see you both."

"Hi, Mom," I replied, walking over to kiss her cheek.

"Hi, Mom," Sofia chimed, doing the same.

My mother's eyes sparkled as she took in Sofia's baby bump. "Oh my, you're glowing, dear. Motherhood suits you."

A blush spread across Sofia's face. "Thanks, Mom."

We took our seats, and the chef, who was standing just by the table, began to serve the meal.

Mom?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. "You said you wanted to talk to us about something important."

I exchanged a glance, our curiosity

it?" I

paused as if collecting her thoughts before speaking. "It's

felt uneasy about the direction the

"Go on," I urged.

chef interrupted, "Would you like me

She nodded. "Yes, please."

brief interruption gave me time to process what she might say next. What could be going wrong

the drinks and left, and we were alone again. I turned to my mother, urging her to resume talking with my eyes. "Jared, I think it's time we discussed what's going

momentarily thrown

don't think I understand you, Mother," I said stealing a glance at Sofia.

She reiterated, her eyes locked

a hand in mine, "and if he's okay with it, we can

People can

divorced and

and not just fooling

you get my point, Sofia.

even married. He's a

we don't

two will declare

ou

and stop

rumors."

So,

was the last topic I expected to be discussed when my mother said she had something important to discuss with

I said, "So, what do you suggest, and how do we

suggest you engage Sofia, and the paparazzi can