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.

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

I felt their eyes linger on Dwayne as

just as I took my first step

brow furrowing as he took in the scene-me and Dwayne, standing too close for comfort. I thought I saw a

I said, breaking the gaze with Stephen and leading Dwayne away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. My mind was racing, frantically searching

kind of bad luck had

do?" Dwayne asked, his voice low, as if he

at all.

else," he suggested, his eyes scanning the area. "You don't

Stephen who was now standing by the bar, watching us with an unreadable expression. And so I didn't bother arguing with Dwayne

heading to my office, like the initial intent, we

(STEPHEN'S POV)

some document details with Arielle, I was completely

laughing softly

he was just a customer, but that theory crumbled as I watched Arielle beam at him, her

I mean, who is this guy? What's with those flirtatious eyes? And that chiseled face-did he really hit the gym every single day?

and surprisingly, she immediately returned her attention to him acting like she didn't see

needed

took in how effortlessly charming he was. His confident demeanor and that easy smile made

myself to give

That Arielle would be single, and even if she was, she wouldn't be interested in someone as young as me or below herdevel. I was her employee after

suppress my feelings for her. I watched helplessly as they chatted, her smile only deepening my

me as

snippets of their conversation, but then they turned toward the

in thought, they returned, but this time, my heart sank as they made for the exit

they going? I watched them leave, my instincts screaming to follow and ask Arielle where she was headed with this

if he was

the thought.

my boss; it would

invade

If she didn't know him

she

agreed to leave with

QUMS

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

and approached me with a concerned expression. "Hey, Stephen, are

great at all. I just needed some air,"

an eyebrow. "You're getting air

to appear casual. "Just clearing my head.