Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

When business gets personal

(ARIELLE'S POV.)

The air around grew awkwardly thin and very silent.

Neither of us knew how best to react to the situation. I looked around the parking lot for no reason in particular, marking the time until it was okay for me to leave without looking any silly than I felt for walking up to their car to begin with. Tiana looked even more flustered

than I imagined I'd appeared before them. Jared's lips were drawn in a stiff line.

"Arielle.. we umm.. I.. Good morning," he managed to find his voice with a terrible stutter.

"I guess we'll just continue this conversation when you return," Tiana shrugged with a placating smile.

Jared ignored her comment and climbed down from the car. He had a stern face when he spoke up again. "I've just ordered you a ride, Tiana. Go back home."

I took the hint and excused myself from the side of the car. Jared fell into stride beside me as we walked across the parking lot to the entrance of my restaurant.

"...Hi," Jared tried to start a conversation. But I grunted an inaudible reply as I doubled my pace.

"Woah. Slow down," he said with a cheesy smile.

I only slowed down at the entrance to the restaurant and he caught up with me.

"What's up with you though? You're acting funny," he tried teasing.

I couldn't help myself. "I don't know... Am I in some sort of trouble now that your fiancée knows where you've been for the last couple of days?" I shot back, layering as much sarcasm into my words as I could manage.

I didn't need to look at him to know I'd hit a sore spot. His frown was practically visible without me turning around. But did I care? Not at this moment.

His voice softened, turning serious. "I was gonna explain things

in response to their greetings and ignored Jared completely, as I made small talk with one of them even though I barely knew the last thing about the lady. "So I was saying...," he

his unawareness. "I'm not interested in hearing it, Jared. Let's keep our conversations strictly related to our course content going

as

up from their

from the awkward start to the morning and had my head wrapped up in

usual authoritative tone filling the room. "Alright, morning, class. We'll keep today's session brief. Yes, my time costs money, and I don't like to waste it." He gave me a quick, pointed glance, then turned to the others. "Anyone care to share

started, we've covered two main topics: financial health and

nodded, but his expression remained serious.

um... financial health involves understanding profit margins, cash flow, and making projections using financial metrics," he began. "And branding...

head. "Not bad. But you were clearly reading off your notes," he teased. "Try not to rely on them so much, Stephen. It's a good habit to develop remembering what you've learned." Stephen gave a sheepish smile, glancing at

margins, analyzing cash flow, and making projections based on financial metrics, among other things." "Arielle? I didn't say

one who said your time is valuable, so why don't we just get to it?" I replied, keeping my tone

slightly. He leaned

don't see why we're singling out one person when

uncomfortable silence. It was

get back to it then." He paused, clearly weighing his next words. "You know, Arielle... I think you've been running your business a bit inefficiently lately," he said, his

"What have you done

mischief in his eyes. I was pretty sure whatever he was doing from this point was out of pure malice, just to get back at me for ignoring him

the last email

smiled gratefully

triumph. I scrolled

the balance

but I wasn't about to let Jared

report.

the

and I could tell where you spend a little too much," he