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

Secret crush

(REBECCA'S POV)

I showed up to work with a ready smile on my face, not for anything in particular -because the day was just as ordinary as any other. I moved through the motions of my role at the restaurant with efficient muscle memory for most of the day. "Who's taking the order for table eight?" Stephen asked as he poked his head into the kitchen.

He was looking brighter than the previous day when Arielle had a visitor. I could tell what upset him so much even though he'd rather we both pretended like that wasn't the reason.

"I am," I finally announced. "It will be ready in a second."

"Alright. We don't want our customers waiting on their orders for so long," he said with a nod before walking away.

I quickly prepared the order, a classic English meal, imagining the couple at the table celebrating something special-perhaps an anniversary or a first date.

"Hello guys," Arielle's voice chimed in as she entered the kitchen. My heart skipped at the sight of her. She looked a bit pale, and her eyes were slightly red. Had she been crying? But despite that, her spirit seemed undampened, and I couldn't help but smile back at her infectious energy.

"Hey, Becca," she nodded specially to me and I nearly bit my tongue from sheer nervousness.

Get a hold of yourself! I cautioned myself.

"Hey, Arielle," I managed to say eventually.

She smiled and headed to the sink to wash her hands before tying on her apron. My excitement bubbled up; I was about to witness the artistry of a culinary genius in action.

"Today I'll be sharing how to make this special Italian dish I learned during my time there. Of course, the recipe is modified with a little bit of the Arielle touch," she said with a wink.

As she began, the kitchen filled with the comforting aroma of heavy cream and vanilla as she heated it up. I watched in awe as she whisked the egg yolks and sugar, effortlessly combining them with the warm cream. Then she poured the mixture into delicate ramekins and set them in a water bath.

were graceful and confident-this was her domain. I

oven, she pulled out the custards, still

chill for at least two hours or overnight, but I'm going to cheat today," she

a thin layer of sugar over each one and expertly caramelized

My signature Crème Brûlée." She beamed, "Come

a perfect balance of rich vanilla flavor and sweetness. As I cracked through the caramel layer, the bittersweet taste mingled beautifully with the creamy custard beneath. It was nothing short of fantastic. Just as I was about to

school teenager. No

if I didn't think the same thing about Arielle-he only beat me by voicing them out to

smile on Arielle's face at the compliment and I instantly wished she'd heard it

time I made it, My MasterChef scoffed at me like I committed a murder and from then

Stephen concurred with

hopelessly smitten. It explained why he was hurt that Arielle had received an exceptionally good looking visitor the other day. I shook

today," she said and wrapped

heard Stephen sigh deeply in frustration beside me and I finally rolled my eyes in

I teased, suppressing the urge to voice the painful truth that 'you didn't

you kidding? She's everything Becca! Beautiful, talented, elegant, kind. She's perfect! Remember that customer issue

like a pro. And

and sorted it out quicker than I could've

alright, I get

"No you don't understand..."

do," I shrugged, "I used to have a crush on her, too," I confessed sincerely, my

the manager gasped in

strong and capable-it was hard to ignore. Well I may have ignored the fact that she had a husband at the time." "Well, I totally feel you

I joked and we both shared a hearty

real-life people, if you catch my drift," I finished with a wink. "You don't say," Stephen's eyes lit up. "How many secrets do you have! Can