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

A bit of entertainment

(ARIELLE'S POV)

My restaurant, A and M, an initial for Arielle and Maverick, had finally opened its doors to the public the previous day, and today, I was hosting a meeting with potential shareholders of my restaurant. The response and turnout has been overwhelming, and I was excited to discuss the future of my business with these interested individuals.

A number of them had arrived, and a few were on their way. The meeting wouldn't start without them, and besides, it wasn't yet time for the meeting, so the wait was worth it.

The entrance door went open, and I already knew it was one of the interested individuals coming in, so I braced myself and put on a smile, ready to welcome whomever it was with a smile, like I had done to the others. The figure walked in, and the smile on my face faltered. I froze, eyes widening and mouth almost hanging open. What the hell in Hades was happening here? My head exclaimed, as I locked eyes with the newcomer. No way! Jared?

Against my will, my eyes swept over him as I took in his look up close, after three years. Much had not changed, I realized. He was still as good looking and meticulous about his appearance as I remembered in the past.

But on a closer look, I noticed weariness behind those piercing eyes, and there were fading eye bags, too. What had happened? I couldn't help but wonder. Jared never had eye bags because he ensured to take adequate rest whenever needed. I suddenly caught myself, deciding I had no business with his eye bags or tired eyes.

I returned my eyes to his face, avoiding his eyes, and he had a knowing smile on, that I felt like slapping off the instant they appeared.

Before my return to New York, I always knew I was going to run into him one day if I eventually did, but what I didn't envisage was meeting him in such a way, and on such an occasion. It was weird, as much as it was annoying.

Realizing my silence since Jared arrived might seem suspicious to the other occupants of the room, I looked back at them, preparing to say something, but just like me, everyone had gone silent, staring at Jared.

Of course, how could I have forgotten? He was Jared Smith, and he commanded attention wherever he went. Unease washed over me as I wondered how he'd managed to get on the list, especially since his name wasn't anywhere on it. But I was not going to let him interrupt or ruin things for him. This was my business, my future.

Swiftly, I rose to my feet and turned to the other people in the room. "Um, gentlemen and ladies, please excuse me."

They nodded and I approached Jared who was still standing, the annoying smile still on his face.

doing here?' I asked, trying to

he replied. "And hi to

not welcome here," I said,

everyone here is for

you were not invited. Your name is not even on the list.

is on the list," he said calmly. "How else did I

weighing his

right; there was

room, and that was because his name was on the list. How come? Was the question, because I would never approve of him if I

name on the list.

occurred to me that he might have used another name. My fists clenched on my side, as I pinned him and an angry look. The guts of him to try to get

can't be here, then

fell even more silent at his words, as the other occupants of the room seemed wary and too

looked at their faces

their t

was no

the meeting for me, but for now, have

the

QUMS

stepping away. And then I walked back to my seat, forcing a

additional person in our midst. We will just have to wait a little longer for

to me. I stifled an eye