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?"

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

could respond, a loud

"Back off!"

pure black suits. Their presence was so commanding that I could feel Dwayne's fury radiating with every step. The moment they stepped forward, the three drunken men backed off immediately, their faces

lethal aura of the Mafia

I glanced at Ashley, whose eyes were wide, filled with

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

me, his expression tight with worry. "Are you okay?" His eyes searched mine, scanning for any sign of

in my body still too raw. "I'm fine," I said,

teeth. "I'm so sorry, Arielle. I

shook my head, I was not going to let him blame himself, 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 I tried not to think of the harm

you're safe now," he mumbled,

gone. He had vanished as if he'd never been there at all. I felt a cold emptiness where his

back to the present. "Let's get you

eye, and I could tell something was off. His gaze was focused on her, and it

him?" I whispered to Dwayne, leaning

is the third party I'm discussing business with tonight," Dwayne explained, his voice low. "When he arrived, he called Ashley several times, but she didn't

But that didn't matter now, all

up for the first time. "Use my car," he said, gesturing to a sleek

the truck home." He tossed the keys to

The door opened,

settled into the

feeling of awkwardness that washed over

had us racing

from me, his piercing eyes seeming to see right through me. Roman sat

eye contact with Dwayne instead gazing out the window as the cityscape rolled by. The tension inside the car was loud, and I didn't want to say a word. was still

on until Ashley finally broke it, her voice soft

I paused, the

promise," she said softly. "And I'm

shook my head, giving a soft chuckle. "You're not useless,