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.

who had hidden a dark side, one she almost never witnessed when they were together. Was this the kind

shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts off. Now was not the time, I decided, and just in time

my emotions in check. "It's okay. You...I have to take you to the hospital," I said, and it was not just about his fists that were bloodied, but because of how pale he looked and the little bruises he had, making me

about his demeanor, the way he seemed to be struggling to stay upright, made me nod against myself. "Fine, I'll drive you. Come on," I said, taking his arm

we stepped out of the 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 didn't

drawing any attention to us. As we stepped inside, I left out a sigh of relief, relieved for the temporary reprieve from being

used the other to book an Uber in my phone, as my car was currently unavailable. Ashley had driven me to the restaurant, and I hadn't made any plans for my car

exit, the Uber had arrived. I helped Jared into the

his expression unreadable. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, wondering what had triggered such a violent

the penthouse. As we stepped out of the car, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I remembered the countless weekends Jared and I had spent here, enjoying each

those memories

here- the push from Sofia, my fall, and the subsequent dramas. I swallowed tightly, pushing the painful memories aside. Now was not

past.

I asked, trying to sound cool despite the rage of emotions swirling

replied,

I thought, but I didn't show it. Instead, I nodded and punched in the code, surprised that I could recall it after all this

even more taken aback

me, because I remember Sofia changing things around here. I couldn't control my

decorate it back to its original design, like you did. I still had the design, so it wasn't hard

moment. I wanted to ask him why he did it, but I averted my gaze. I didn't want to visit the past. Asking questions like that will take us back to the past, and I'd rather not be

said, and he lowered himself on it,

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

still nod leaving my face. "Yeah, it should

and

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

the same furniture and

the