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

Resorting to other means.

(JARED'S POV)

When Arielle had left with the man on shades, I hadn't really paid attention to him, but now, as they made for the exit door, I couldn't help but stare. One would think I was staring at Arielle, but In reality, I was focused on the burly man. Now this wasn't about me feeling jealous about another man being in such proximity with her, but because something about that man nagged at my guts, sparking a feeling of suspicion.

His imposing figure, the dark shades, the rugged aura around him-it all seemed too familiar, like a pattern.

I watched them reach the door, my thoughts now tangled with not only how to deal with Sofia but also with a growing unease about the man walking beside Arielle.

At the door, Arielle turned and our eyes met briefly. I felt a spark of electricity flow through me, and for a moment, everything else faded as I stared into those warm brown eyes. And then she was gone, walking out through the door. I turned back to Sofia, but before I could say a word, she grabbed her bag, cussing at me before storming off.

I sighed tiredly, ruffling my hair as I watched Sofia storm out of the restaurant. I'll have to deal with her dramas later, but for now, I have to return to work.

I walked out of the restaurant and to my car. As I drove to the office, my thoughts drifted to Arielle. Her confidence and charisma impressed me.

I like this new version of her, I thought, a smile finding its way to my lips. She'd handled Sofia with ease, refusing to cower or be bullied. Even though I still missed the old unproblematic Arielle, this new version of her was captivating. But my thoughts soon shifted to the man, her assistant presumably, and uneasiness crept into my skin again.

had she gotten such

couldn't fathom, I didn't like the man and the energy

paranoid, I reasoned, pushing the thoughts aside and focusing on the

settled in, getting lost in

Sir," my investigator said over the

up

hard for us to gather the

as my ears flared. "Explain,"

only ones interested in her," he explained. "Whoever it is, they're good. We can't

my ears. This simple job was getting complicated making me even more curious to get to

out who," I

"Yes, sir," he replied.

hung up, my mind now swirling with different thoughts. Who could be interested in Arielle

her assistant again. Was he involved? The uneasy feeling returned; this time, it refused to go away, prompting