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.

when they were together. Was this the

shake the thoughts off. Now was not the

to Jared, trying to keep 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 wonder how he got

seemed to be struggling to stay upright, made

the hallway, praying no one saw us. I spotted

him toward the personal elevator I rarely used, trying to avoid drawing any attention to us. As we stepped inside, I

as my car was currently unavailable. Ashley had driven me to the restaurant, and I hadn't made any plans

Jared into the car, and it

unreadable. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, wondering what had

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

those memories

push from Sofia, my fall, and the subsequent dramas.

past.

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

he replied, his voice

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

me, and I was even more taken aback when I saw the interior design was like

changing things around here. I couldn't control my curiosity, so I turned

decorate it back to its original design, like you did. I still had

wanted to ask him why he did it, but I averted my gaze. I didn't want to visit the past. Asking

lowered himself on it, his features

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

still nod leaving my face. "Yeah, it

nodded and hurried

used to be our room. It was

the same

the