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

To her rescue

(ARIELLE'S POV)

meters from me.

I reeled back in shock as he was the last person I expected, but at the same time, I was grateful for the interruption. Why he was here or how he got into my meeting room didn't matter, all that did was the fact that I was going to get a breather from the pervert seated a few "J..Jared," I called him again, as I took on his appearance. He was looking a little disheveled, little bruises on his forehead and brow, and what was that? I frowned as I caught a whiff of alcohol on him.

What is going on? I wondered, and was just about to ask, when he approached Mr Zeke, his strides menacing.

"Ah, Mr. Jared, I presume? I recognize you from the business news," Mr Zeke said, nervously. One could tell he was intimidated by the sight of Jared.

"I was just discussing a business deal with Miss Smith here," he said, trying to feign innocence.

Jared's eyes darkened. "I'm sure you were," and without warning, he lunged at Mr. Zeke throwing punches with a violent intensity that left me both frozen and scared.

"Jared, stop!" I shouted, rushing to intervene, but he was too far gone from reasoning.

"You think you can just touch her?" Jared snarled, throwing another powerful punch directly to his face. I winced when I heard a bone crack.

"Jared, please stop," I pleaded, scared for Mr Zeke's Life. He was a total dickhead, but he doesn't deserve to die.

I finally managed to get in front of Mr Zeke, knowing Jared wouldn't hurt me, and that did the trick because he halted and I used the opportunity to pry him away from Mr. Zeke.

"You're going to kill him!" I exclaimed, my voice hoarse from shouting, and my body trembling from the sight of Mr Zeke's battered face.

Jared's chest heaved with heavy breath, his eyes darkened with anger. But slowly, he seemed to come back to himself, his eyes dwelling on me.

"Arielle," he mumbled, his voice rough and clipped. "I'm sorry. I saw him...I saw him touching you."

I took a deep breath, still trying to process what had just transpired. I was trying to recognize the man in front of me, because this wasn't the calm, sophisticated Jared I thought I knew.

witnessed when they were together. Was this the kind of man Sofia was hell-bent on

to shake the thoughts off. Now was not the time, I

pale he looked and the little

But something about his demeanor, the way he seemed to be struggling to stay upright, made me nod against myself. "Fine, I'll

meeting room, I quickly scanned the hallway, praying no one saw us. I spotted a few, but thankfully, they seemed engrossed in their pursuit and

drawing any attention to us. As we stepped inside, I left out a sigh

currently unavailable. Ashley had driven me to the restaurant, and I hadn't made any

I helped Jared into the car, and it sped off as I rattled off

ride was quiet, with Jared staring out the window, his expression unreadable. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, wondering what had triggered such a

the car, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I remembered the countless weekends Jared and I had

memories

the remembrance of the last time was here- the push from Sofia, my fall, and the subsequent dramas.

past.

front door, I turned to Jared. "What's the passcode?" I asked, trying

he replied, his voice low.

Instead, I nodded and punched in

and I was even more taken

here. I couldn't control my curiosity, so I turned to Jared, "the design still looks same

design, like you did.

our eyes locked for a moment. I wanted to ask him why he did it, but I averted my gaze. I didn't want to visit the

he lowered himself on it, his features still

first aid box still in the drug cabinet upstairs?" I asked, trying to keep my tube light and

his eyes still nod leaving my face. "Yeah, it

nodded and

nostalgia hit me as I entered what used to be our room. It was still decorated

same furniture and

the