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 me,

But what's really driving 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 build my restaurant into a recognizable brand, expand to multiple locations or

from a national restaurant to an international chain known for its high-quality, unique offerings

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,

said, I'm just all about creating something successful," I said with a note of

(JARED'S POV)

I have been watching Arielle intently; her words,

me quite long to discern her problem and draw a blueprint to help

you're limiting yourself. Why not dream

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

her gaze. She sat a little straighter, lips slightly parted as though she was about to say something, but hesitated. Finally, she spoke in

her voice soft but thoughtful. "I've always dreamed of taking things further, expanding. But I

the potential to make this happen. You've got the vision, the talent, and the drive. This isn't a pipe

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

have to imagine

said, leaning forward. "A resort 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

tasting menus designed by guest chefs, cooking competitions, or good festivals.

small, amused laugh, like she was trying to reign in the

said, her voice skeptical. Her eyes darted between us as she