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..."

thoughtfully, but his eyes were locked

you to achieve them? Is it just about making money, or is there

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

from a national restaurant to an international

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

said with a note of finality, hoping he caught the cue and quit asking about my plans

(JARED'S POV)

have been watching Arielle intently; her

long to discern her problem

you're limiting yourself. Why not dream bigger? Look, I have one direction

intently. "Transform the restaurant into a resort destination. A high-end, all-inclusive resort that combines luxury

gaze. She sat a little straighter, lips slightly parted as though she was about to

dreamed of taking things further, expanding. But I never

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

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

have to

skills, surrounded by luxury and beauty: Private

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

guest chefs, cooking competitions, or good festivals. The possibilities are just endless!" Rebecca chimed,

a small, amused laugh, like

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