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

Knights in shining armor

(ARIELLE'S POV)

One of the drunken men seemed to recognize Jared. He whispered to the others, "Could these bitches know Smith?"

The second man scoffed, dismissing the idea. "Impossible. They must be some pathetic women trying to cling to the riches." His words were thick with condescension as he took a step closer, reaching for my arm. I jerked away, my voice rising in anger. "Take your hand off me!"

Jared froze. He turned slowly, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the situation.

I held my breath, desperate for him to intervene, praying he'd come to our rescue.

But I got the greatest shock of my life.

Jared barely glanced in our direction. His gaze was icy, detached-like we were invisible.

Oliver hesitated, his uncertainty clear, but Jared spoke first, his voice cool and calm.

"We just came out to get some air, Oliver." He motioned to the chaos without a flicker of emotion. "Don't get involved in something we don't know about."

I saw the tension in Oliver's shoulders as he clearly wanted to step in, but he didn't. He was frozen by Jared's indifference.

Jared didn't even spare us another glance. He turned toward the woman beside him, a face I still couldn't recognize, and then, as if we were nothing more than a passing inconvenience, he started to walk away. My heart somersaulted and sank in my stomach.

I felt my breath hitching, as my hands began to tremble. The sight of Jared, each step away from us, was like a dagger to my chest.

"Did...did he just walk away...?" Ashley stuttered beside me.

I couldn't respond as I found it hard to believe. But then, Jared finally turned his gaze towards us again, his expression unreadable now.

My chest tightened, refusing to believe he could leave us like this. I locked eyes with him, willing him to understand the danger, hoping he'd do something-anything-to help.

"Do we have any relationship that requires me to help you?" He asked, looking me up and down. "Tell me; who are you to me?"

I winced, my hope dashing to pieces as I moped in disbelief.

respond, a loud voice boomed through the

"Back off!"

as I saw Dwayne, flanked by two imposing figures: Claire and Roman, Ashley's boss. Both men strode purposefully in pure black suits. Their presence was so

the

glanced at Ashley, whose eyes were

red marks on our skin from the scuffle. It was nothing a few ice cubes couldn't fix. All

over to me, his expression tight with worry. "Are you okay?" His eyes

too raw. "I'm fine," I said, though my

He groaned through gritted teeth. "I'm so sorry, Arielle. I should have

when he had actually rescued me. "It's not your fault, Dwayne. You got here when it mattered. If you didn't, I don't know what would have happened. Those men..." My voice trailed off as

safe now," he

turned to leave, I looked around, only to realize Jared was gone. He had vanished as if he'd

me back to the present. "Let's get you two home," he said, his voice low but filled with

She caught Roman's eye, and I could tell something was off. His gaze

I whispered to Dwayne, leaning closer so only he could

I'm discussing business with tonight," Dwayne explained, his voice low. "When he arrived, he called Ashley several times, but

that Ashley was in for a lot of scolding and explanation. But that didn't matter now, all that did was

Roman spoke up for the first time. "Use my car," he said, gesturing to

drive the truck home." He tossed the keys to her, then motioned

way to his limousine, his driver already waiting. The door opened, and Dwayne helped us get in

settled

I couldn't help the feeling of awkwardness that washed over me. The

had us

with Dwayne sitting directly across from me, his piercing eyes seeming to see right

I didn't want to say a word. was still dazed from the encounter with Jared, and my emotions were scattered. The memory of his indifferent gaze lingered in my mind,

until Ashley finally broke it, her voice soft with frustration. "I'm sorry, Ari," she said with a frustrated

I paused, the anger still simmering inside me. "Just... don't

"And I'm sorry

a soft chuckle. "You're