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

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 resumed

rolled my eyes at his unawareness. "I'm not interested in hearing it, Jared. Let's keep our conversations strictly related to our

face as I turned around to let

Stephen were already seated in the room. They both sprang up from their seats the moment I walked in

my head wrapped

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

answering. "Sure. Since we started, we've covered two main topics: financial health and

but his expression remained serious. "And what do those

he held his ground. "Well, um... financial health involves understanding profit margins, cash flow, and making projections

and he tilted his head. "Not bad. But you were clearly reading off your notes," he teased. "Try not to rely on

smoothly, "In more detail, we've been focusing on understanding profit margins, analyzing cash flow, and making projections based on financial metrics, among other things." "Arielle? I didn't say you could answer," Jared said as he

so why don't we just get

slightly. He leaned back,

why we're singling out one person when everyone's here to

Stephen exchanged a glance, and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. It

you've been running your business a bit inefficiently lately," he said, his tone sharp but not unkind. I raised an eyebrow. "You're offering

"What have

I was pretty sure whatever he was doing from this point was out of pure malice, just to get back at me for

are in the last email I sent

I smiled gratefully

triumph. I

out the

Jared get away with pointing out flaws the

report.

the

one look at this and I could tell where