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

Who's this guy?

(ARIELLE'S POV)

A few days later, I was at work, with the incident with Jared pushed behind me, and long forgotten.

I had hired Stephen the day after his interview, despite his cringe-worthy attempts at flattery. "Love at first sight," he'd said, which I brushed off as nothing more than an embarrassing expression of youthful infatuation.

As the days rolled on, I got to know him better and realized I'd made a wise choice. At first it was hard to connect this young man with the elite crowd Mr. Stone loved to brag about. But once he settled into the role, I knew he was exactly what I needed. Stephen's obsessive attention to food quality and his sophisticated palate were beyond impressive for someone so new. I couldn't be more content with him-if only he could tone down the dramatic declarations of his undying affection for me. Honestly, I had enough of his theatrics, and I often found myself silently pleading for Rebecca to rescue me with her usual excuse: "Ma'am, I really need you to check this dish."

Poor Rebecca-she bore the brunt of Stephen's infatuation and ended up being called a "bad chef" more than once. I felt a twinge of guilt for her.

Today, I was in the dining area of the restaurant, chatting with some old couple who insisted on meeting with the brain behind such a large establishment.

"You know, we've been coming here right from the day it was first opened, and we just had to meet you," Mr Harrison said, his eyes conveying his respect and admiration.

His wife was no different. "The meal is great, the best we've had in years and we're glad we discovered this place," she added.

"I'm glad you did," I replied, smiling warmly at them. "It's always lovely to meet our customers."

While we chatted, the entrance door swung open, and time seemed to freeze. I paused mid-sentence, my heart skipping as I took in the sight of him. No way... that emerald gaze?

He couldn't be here, not without a word. Had I conjured him from my imagination because we hadn't spoken yesterday, like we usually did?

But no-it wasn't a hallucination. I caught Rebecca's wide-eyed expression a few meters away, confirming my disbelief.

He had seen me, and now walking towards me, an infectious smile on his face. This seemed to draw attention as everyone, especially the ladies were now stealing glances at him.

He finally stopped in front of me and whispered, "Ostrich."

I blinked, momentarily lost for words. "D... Dwayne? What a surprise! I wasn't expecting you. You never mentioned visiting," I stammered, struggling to mask my fluster.

"I know. Ever heard of surprises, Ari?" he said, as if flying from Italy to New York was no more than delivering a gift pack.

"Oh, that's lovely of you," I murmured. Eyes were still on us, and to be honest the last thing I wanted at this point in my career was for news of my non-professional relationship with a man getting out. This was not the best place for reminiscing.

And then there was Stephen. God, please don't let him walk out of his office right now and witness this unplanned reunion. It's not like I was supposed to care, but I did have no willingness to make this whole thing more complicated.

I threw a quick glance at Rebecca, who wore an expression that echoed my own worries.

"Um...can we talk in my office?" I quickly turned to Dwayne to ask.

"Sure," he responded.

I said, and then I turned to the Harrisons. "Excuse me for a moment,

felt their eyes linger on

my first step toward the office, disaster

standing too close for comfort.

Stephen and leading Dwayne away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. My mind was racing, frantically searching for a way to ease the

What kind of bad luck

low, as if he could sense

not at

go somewhere else," he suggested, his eyes scanning the area. "You don't seem quite comfortable

so I didn't bother arguing with Dwayne because he was right. The atmosphere was tense, and stepping out a bit

like the initial intent, we turned back around and headed

(STEPHEN'S POV)

I walked into the dining area to discuss some document details with Arielle, I was completely unprepared for what I

she stood, laughing softly with a strikingly handsome

myself he was just a customer, but that theory crumbled

What's with those flirtatious eyes? And that chiseled face-did he really hit the gym every single day? I caught myself wondering if I should grow a

direction, and surprisingly, she immediately returned her attention to

Ok somebody really needed to tell me who the hell

took in how effortlessly charming

forced myself to give a

Arielle would be single, and even if she was, she wouldn't be interested in someone as young

her smile only deepening

as just

they turned toward the hallway, heading for Arielle's office. My heart ached.

time, my heart sank

watched them leave, my instincts screaming to follow and ask Arielle where she was headed

if he was

the

boss;

invade her

she didn't know

she

agreed to leave

QUMS

let out a frustrated sigh and slumped onto a barstool, brooding. I didn't want to return

with a concerned expression. "Hey, Stephen,

great at all. I just needed some air," I

"You're getting

casual. "Just clearing my head. I'll head back to my