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

Is he really a Father?

(JARED'S POV)

When morning finally arrived, I couldn't shake off the feeling of relief I felt. I had never wished for morning to arrive like I did last night.

Sharing a space alone with Arielle had been a terrible idea. Last night had been pure torture. Her scent had driven me wild. But I was glad I did not attempt anything stupid but found a way to relieve myself. I walked into the bathroom to brush and splash water on my face, and as I did, I took cognizance of the dark circles under my eyes.

I wasn't surprised they were there because I had not had a decent night's sleep last night.

But I shrugged and continued with what I was doing. If anyone asked, I would tell them I stayed up later working.

That decided, I strode out of the cloakroom. On getting to the main bedroom, there was no sign of Arielle. She probably had left for the dining as my Grandma had sent for us earlier.

So I proceeded to the dining room, and true to my instincts, Arielle was already seated, conversing with Grandma.

They stopped in their conversation to greet me, and I was stunned to see dark circles under Arielle's eyes, too. Oh well, it seemed like I was not the only one who had a rough night. "Good morning, Jared," Grandma said, beaming at me.

"Morning, Nana," I replied, taking my seat.

Arielle nodded at me, her expression neutral. "Morning."

"Morning, Arielle. Sleep well?"

"It was fine," she replied, avoiding my gaze, her voice tight.

"Alright, now that you two are here, let's have breakfast, "Grandma said, beckoning the help.

Breakfast was served, and everyone ate in silence. Intermittently, I stole glances at Arielle because she seemed unusually withdrawn.

Arielle left a few minutes after breakfast, citing that she needed to be at work. I had offered to drive her, but she refused, asking for a driver instead.

"Alright, I'll have someone take you," I said, trying to get cozy with her.

curtly,

the car, I

a nod and got

her, but I thought against it as Arielle had never been receptive

I sat down for a conversation

about her travels, feigning curiosity when in real sense all

tell me, what was it like traveling to different

she began tales of her travels that

to the point. "Umm, you know, you've never told me

couldn't lay a name on, before looking away. "You're

couch, my ears flaring in

looked at me with knowing eyes before letting out a

mess you've gotten into?" She asked bluntly, throwing me

uneasy, unsure of where

understand what

play dumb with me, boy," she said, casting

about Sofia, and I know about your

heart doubled over, as I realized she knew a lot more than I

straightened out and keep that

as my face heat up at Grandma's bluntness. But she wasn't

Jared," she said, shaking her head. "Thinking you can win Arielle back by resorting to the underground connection is

grew defensive at this point. I can't keep getting lashed out, without a word of defense for myself. "I was just

She raised a

I couldn't help but wonder if she had ties with people she shouldn't. It leaves me wary and uncertain, and I hate

affairs alone, Jared, and do not go to any other means for help." I nodded, but her words only planted

and asked another question I'd been dying to

know so much," I began, my voice cautious, "you must be aware that Arielle has a son. And I

exhaled deeply. "Is