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

For her sake

(ARIELLE'S POV)

After Stephen blushed and promised he wouldn't disrupt the class again, Jared finally let him go with a scowl that could melt steel.

I tried to keep it together while Stephen showered me with compliments. Honestly, it was nice to hear, but after a while, it started getting a little embarrassing.

I glanced at Jared, who was practically fuming at Stephen's over-the-top behavior. He looked like he might explode at any second.

"Okay, let's focus," I said quickly, cutting off Stephen mid-praise. "Jared, please continue."

"Right, of course," he muttered, clearly trying to pull himself together. "So, Arielle, what are your goals for the restaurant?"

I hesitated a bit, feeling a flutter in my chest. I hadn't expected him to ask the question as it seemed somewhat personal to me.

"Well, my goal is to make the restaurant successful, of course," I said, a little weary.

His brow arched as he gave me a pointed look. "That's a pretty general answer. Can you be more specific? What does success look like to you?"

I suddenly felt defensive, but I tried to push it aside. I can't always react negatively to his words as I will only end up giving off the impression that his words got to me.

"I want to build a reputable brand and expand..."

but his eyes were locked on

to achieve them? Is it just about making

unease envelops me. He was right because in actual sense, my original motive was to

a national restaurant to an international chain

and had big plans. But given my restaurant's recent lackluster performance, I suddenly wasn't sure if that goal was a little high and so with every of Jared's questions,

note of finality, hoping he caught the cue and quit asking about my plans for

(JARED'S POV)

have been watching Arielle

discern her

eyes with her. "I think you're limiting yourself. Why not dream bigger? Look, I

a resort destination. A high-end, all-inclusive resort

eyes widened, and I could tell she was taken aback, but not dismissive. There was a flicker of recognition in her gaze. She sat a little straighter, lips slightly parted

thoughtful. "I've always dreamed of taking things further, expanding. But I never thought

you, and I'm sure you have the potential to make this happen. You've got the vision, the talent, and the drive.

Stephen were clearly intrigued by the idea. The excitement in their eyes was undeniable, but I wasn't concerned about them. Arielle was

have to imagine it,

leaning forward. "A resort where people can come and experience the best of culinary skills, surrounded by luxury and beauty: Private villas, world-class

of the idea. "And we could combine your culinary vision with wellness offerings like... spa treatments, yoga classes, and mediation. It would be a game changer, something that has never been thought of, or done before. We could also have cooking classes,

exclusive culinary events like tasting menus designed by guest chefs, cooking competitions, or good festivals. The possibilities are just endless!" Rebecca

expression carefully neutral. After a moment, she gave a small, amused laugh, like she was trying to reign in the

her voice skeptical. Her eyes darted between us as she spoke