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 him in unison. "What

win-win. Split the bouquets and give them out to

couldn't help but appreciate the younger mind and the simplicity of a good

and our guests beaming as they walked out with their

by the sight of a queue of diners, each clutching a bouquet of his carefully chosen

met, and he glared at me both aggressively and in disbelief. But I averted my gaze, suppressing my smile

wasn't Jared's strong suit. Because the next morning? Another basket. And now,

over to my desk, grabbed the intercom, and pressed the button to call Stephen. "Stephen, to my office.

intercom, eager and

of them, but this time, don't toss

he replied, his

one look at the basket and smirked. "Man, he's

take them," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose.

care. "Don't worry, boss. I've got plans for these

was becoming a daily routine, and I wasn't sure how much more of it I could

a few

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took it out

asked some of

get flower pots and put them in it. Who

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