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

achieve them? Is it just about making money, or is there something more personal

of 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 even

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

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.

note of finality, hoping he caught the cue and quit asking

(JARED'S POV)

been watching

to discern her problem and draw

yourself.

destination. A high-end, all-inclusive resort that

and I could tell she 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

dreamed of taking things further, expanding. But I never thought I'd actually have

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

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

to imagine it,

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

culinary events like tasting menus designed by guest chefs, cooking competitions, or good festivals. The possibilities

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

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