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.

of me. "You said you wanted to talk to

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it?"

before speaking. "It's about

about the

"Go on," I urged.

before she could continue, the chef interrupted, "Would you like me

She nodded. "Yes, please."

process what she might say next. What could

were alone again. I turned to my mother, urging her to resume talking with my eyes. "Jared, I think it's

paused, momentarily thrown

by the question and, at the same time, confused about what my mother meant. "I don't think I understand you, Mother," I said stealing a glance at Sofia. Her expression

locked in mine. "Ummm..." I stuttered, but Sofia

placing a hand in mine, "and if he's okay with

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and not just fooling

approving and she nodded. "I'm glad you get my point,

married. He's

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and

rumors."

So,

I expected to be discussed when my mother said she had something

"So, what do you suggest, and how do we go about

and the paparazzi can carry