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.

you wanted to talk to us about something important." "Yes, I did," she affirmed, chewing her coleslaw slowly. "And

a

is it?"

if collecting her thoughts before speaking. "It's about your relationship with Sofia,

off, and I suddenly felt uneasy about the direction the discussion was about

"Go on," I urged.

could continue, the chef interrupted, "Would you like me to refill your

She nodded. "Yes, please."

might say next. What could be going wrong with my relationship with

turned to my mother, urging her to resume talking with

paused, momentarily

the question and, at the same time, confused about what my mother meant. "I don't think

two?" She reiterated, her eyes locked in mine. "Ummm..." I stuttered,

love," she said, placing a hand in mine, "and if he's okay

People

he's divorced and

now, and not just

glad you get my point, Sofia. Not

even married.

don't want

two will

ou

and stop

rumors."

So,

to be discussed when my mother

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

paparazzi can carry the news," my