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

Bouquet of intentions and the final class.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I pushed open the door to my office, and as usual, the feeling of anticipation I always receive whenever I arrive in it enveloped me. It was a new day, and I was looking forward to the activities it had in stock.

But as I strode inside, my eyes landed on what had come to be a familiar sight-a bouquet of lavender flowers sitting on my work desk.

I let out a deep sigh of resignation, already privy to who it came from.

"Does he ever give up?" I mumbled under my breath.

Three days. It had been three relentless days of this floral assault ever since Jared decided that declaring his undying love meant bombarding me with lavenders, of all things.

On day one, I'd been caught off guard. Seeing the delicate blooms nestled in a pristine white basket, tied up with a satin ribbon, had frozen me in my tracks. For a split second, I'd almost let myself feel... something. But then Rebecca had walked in, her face lighting up like Christmas morning.

"Aren't you touched?" she'd asked, practically swooning. "Lavenders aren't easy to get this time of year. And coming from the Almighty Jared Smith? That's effort."

I stared at her, utterly speechless in a way. "Touched? Rebecca, honey, this is a restaurant, not a botanical garden. Do you have any idea how this overpowering fragrance could ruin the dining experience? Not everyone loves flowers."

She'd blinked at me, clearly unsure whether I was serious or just heartless. Before she could respond, Stephen had strolled in, his sharp eyes instantly landing on the basket.

"Whoa. Someone's laying it on thick," he'd whistled, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

glance, then turned to

had shrugged, his grin widening. "Easy. Let's make it a win-win. Split the bouquets and give them

but appreciate the younger mind and the simplicity of a

redistributed, and our guests beaming as they walked

he'd been greeted by the sight of a

both aggressively and in disbelief. But I

a clear message: stop. But apparently, subtlety wasn't Jared's strong suit. Because the next morning? Another basket. And now, here we were,

desk, grabbed the intercom, and pressed the button to call

eager and cheerful as usual. "Yes,

them, but this time, don't toss them. Repurpose them or something. Just make sure they're

was a pause before he replied, his

look at the basket and smirked. "Man, he's persistent. You've got to

of my nose. "And for the

"Don't worry, boss.

a daily routine, and I wasn't sure how much more of

returned a few

to announce the job was

done. took it

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it. Who knows, in

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