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..."

nodded thoughtfully, but his eyes were locked on me, intense

driving you to achieve them? Is it just

actual sense, my original motive was to build my restaurant into a recognizable brand, expand to multiple locations

to rise from a national restaurant to an international chain known

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, I'm determined to give reserved responses only, and not give too much away. Briefly, I glanced at Stephen and Rebecca, who were now

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

(JARED'S POV)

I have been watching Arielle intently; her words,

long to discern her problem and draw a blueprint

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

a resort destination. A high-end, all-inclusive resort that combines luxury accommodations, unique dining, wellness,

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

taking things further, expanding. But I never thought I'd actually have the resources or strength to pull

my homework. I've been watching you, and I'm sure you have the potential to make this happen. You've

but I wasn't concerned about them. Arielle was the focus, and I could see

have to imagine it,

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

nodded in agreement, equally excited by the prospect 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, wine tastings, and other culinary experiences that would make this resort a destination for foodies from all over the

like tasting menus designed by guest chefs, cooking competitions, or

After a moment, she gave a small, amused laugh, like she was trying to reign in

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