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.

loud. Where had she gotten such a person, and why a male for

reason, I couldn't fathom, I didn't like the

I'm probably being paranoid, I reasoned, pushing the thoughts aside and focusing

lost in some paperwork. Just as I was

my investigator

up

her, making it hard for us to gather the needed

as my ears flared.

her," he explained. "Whoever it is, they're good. We can't get close to her without

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

who," I

"Yes, sir," he replied.

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

returned to her assistant again. Was he involved? The uneasy feeling returned; this