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

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

He was right because in actual sense, my original motive was to build my restaurant into a recognizable brand, expand

from a national restaurant to an international chain known for

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 watching the

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

(JARED'S POV)

I have been watching Arielle intently; her words, and

me quite long to discern her problem and

limiting yourself. Why not dream bigger? Look, I have one

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

recognition in her gaze. She sat a little straighter, lips slightly parted as though she

soft but thoughtful. "I've always dreamed of taking things further, expanding. But I never thought I'd actually have the resources or strength to pull something like

have the potential to make this happen. You've got the vision, the talent,

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

and experience the best of culinary skills, surrounded by luxury and beauty: Private villas, world-class spa, and multiple dining options-all showcasing your unique

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

exclusive culinary events like tasting menus designed by guest chefs, cooking competitions, or

carefully neutral. After a moment, she gave a small, amused

are all beautiful ideas, but it would be difficult to implement them," she said, her voice skeptical. Her eyes darted