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..."

his eyes were locked on me,

ambitious goals. But what's really driving you to achieve them? Is it just about making money, or is there something more

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

restaurant to rise from a national restaurant to an international chain known

with every of Jared's questions, I'm determined to give reserved responses only, and not

creating something successful," I said with a note of finality, hoping he caught the cue and

(JARED'S POV)

hand, I have been watching Arielle intently; her words, and body

her problem

locking eyes with her. "I think you're limiting yourself. Why not

restaurant into a resort destination. A high-end, all-inclusive resort that combines luxury accommodations,

was taken aback, but not dismissive. There was a flicker of recognition in her gaze. She sat a little straighter, lips slightly parted as though she was about to say something, but hesitated. Finally, she spoke in a low tone, as

admitted, her voice soft but thoughtful. "I've always dreamed of taking things further, expanding. But I never thought I'd actually have the resources or

"Arielle, I've done my homework. I've been watching you, and I'm sure you have the potential to make this happen. You've got the vision, the talent, and the drive. This

the idea. The excitement in their eyes was undeniable, but I wasn't concerned about them. Arielle was the focus, and I could see that a spark had

have to

where people can come and experience the best of culinary skills, surrounded by luxury and beauty: Private villas,

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, wine tastings, and other

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

moment, she gave a small, amused laugh,

difficult to implement them," she said, her voice skeptical. Her eyes darted between us as she spoke like she wanted us all to agree with