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

Chapter 176

No acknowledgement

(ARIELLE'S POV)

7pm, the Grand Imperial Hotel.

"You've got to pull yourself together," I said to myself, splashing cold water on my face.

The afternoon had passed in a blur-probably because my mind kept drifting.

Stephen had handled everything, and I arrived 20 minutes early. Now, I found myself here, stuck in this awkward limbo.

How hard could it be? Negotiate with dealers, help clients solve problems, assist blind dates, and maybe catch my ex-husband in the act?

"If I get through tonight, I'm buying a lottery ticket," I murmured, a bitter smile crossing my lips.

I checked the time again, then left the bathroom, taking a seat closer to the table with the sea view.

That's when I spotted Margaux, the young woman supposedly the Harrisons' granddaughter, waiting for her date.

She looked delicate, calm, almost ethereal in a beautiful blue dress-something straight out of a French film. She had this quiet, classical elegance about her. It was hard to believe she was the rebellious granddaughter the Harrisons had mentioned.

Her long, curly dark hair cascaded down her back, and I caught the glint of her bright blue eyes. She seemed irritated, though, her gaze sharp, as if she'd rather be anywhere else, and I couldn't blame her.

I continued to watch, glancing every so often at the entrance. What I only felt was an odd sense of anxiety, unsure if I was waiting for something to happen, or trying to avoid it.

All the memories of our recent fight, our past struggles-flashed in my mind. Six years of turmoil. I wasn't anyone to him anymore. Just his ex-wife. That's all.

Except for Maverick. I still needed to talk to him, explain why his father hadn't been around lately.

thoughts swirled, eventually circling back to one thing: I'd be happy if he really let it go. I should allow him to let it go. I really should. If that's his

And then, he arrived.

Margaux's date.

tall, sophisticated in a black suit, his hair neatly styled.

It wasn't Jared.

how I felt, but I

I felt that way about him not being Jared, but

my relief was short-lived when I saw... Ashley suddenly appeared from behind

explain. This man was Ashley's boss-the one she often grumbled about, calling him a workaholic. I hadn't expected him to be so young

she quipped, "Do you bring your secretary on every date?" Her voice dripped

agreement. Ashley shot him an exasperated look,

my breath at the growing awkward tension. I made a mental note not to forget to tease Ashley about this

think arranged dates are so boring. Nobody takes them

as if on cue, she turned gently in my direction. "And what about you? Do you

embarrassment washed over me as both Ashley and her boss turned to

by remaining seated, I stood up and walked

"Hello..." I greeted awkwardly.

restaurant lady they can't stop talking about. These old fellows always worry about me. I'm only mad at you because-" she glanced back at Ashley's

man, who had remained silent up until now, finally spoke, his tone calm and controlled. "It's more convenient

irritation flared, but Ashley quickly stepped in, trying to ease the tension

introduce ourselves?"

voice bright, but it was obvious the energy

wasn't genuine.

all, as I watched them. But none of us refuted, and we agreed to the idea, the route of us officially exchanging

with an amused glance in my direction before turning to the man. "And your guest, supposedly," she added, her voice polite, though the coldness in her eyes was

a moment.

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