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

Tonic soup.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I paused in my meal, my cutlery gently slipping away. And then my face heat up in embarrassment. "Oh, Jared and I, we're working on it," I stammered, trying to deflect the conversation. But Jared quickly intervened, his expression sheepish. "Actually, Grandma, it's my issue. I'm the one who's been dragging my feet."

Not entirely convinced, and being her usual determined self, Nana insisted on making us a "tonic soup," with claims that it was a recipe she'd learned on her travels to a remote village. "It will reignite the excitement in your systems," she said, with a mischievous smile. Jared and I exchanged uneasy glances. The hell, this was not what we planned for. "Grandma, really, it's not necessary," Jared protested, mirroring my thoughts as well. But she wouldn't budge. "Nonsense, my dear. This soup will do wonders. Trust me."

After dinner, she left for the kitchen, and with the help of the chef, got busy with preparing the "tonic soup." Minutes later, she presented us with two steaming bowls of soup. "Drink up, my dears," she instructed, hovering and watching us like hawks.

Jared looked at his mother for help, but she looked away and rose to her feet.

"Um, I have to tend something," she said, and hurried out, leaving Jared and I to Nana. At this point, we knew there was no escape from the old woman.

Hesitantly, we took sips, the strong and bitter taste making our faces screw up.

"How's it, my dears?" Nana.

"This is... interesting, yes, interesting," Jared responded.

"And you, Arielle?"

"It's nice, quite nice," I said, even though it was anything but nice.

"Ah, see, I know my onions in this soup making thing. It's an acquired taste, you know," Nana chuckled.

Jared and I nodded amidst the slapping taste of the soup. Minutes later, we were done and the bowls were taken away.

"Aha, now that you're done, off to bed, you two."

I turned to Jared, seeking answers, but he looked as confused as me. What does she mean

like me. My heart sank further when Nana ushered us towards a

be as comfortable as your bedroom back at your house, but it's not bad either. I specifically asked the maid to

in. I was not

"But Grandma, "I began.

You two need some quality time together. Now, get some

closed the

his gaze pretending to be on his phone. I sighed and

I mumbled and walked into the restroom, locking the door behind me. Quickly, I dialed my mom's

whispered, trying to keep

where are you? I'm worried," my mom

at the Smith's mansion. It's not funny, but Nana Jean

definitely not the plan you had with

and sharing a room with Jared, not wanting to bother her. "Alright,

Mom.

for me," I said. It

would have prolonged the conversation and

"Will do. Love you."

"Love you too, Mom."

better. I thought of calling Ashley but thought against

returned to the bedroom, Jared looked up from his phone. "Everything

beat. There it was his bulging manhood, outlined against the fabric, and I couldn't help but notice how... large it was. My skin flushed hot. This was bad. The soup. It had to be

soup.

over me. This was seriously not

the spell, "Arielle, are you

my eyes darting to his face. "Y-yes, I'm fine," I stuttered, trying to appear