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

A symbol of what's past

(ARIELLE'S POV)

He flashed a charming smile my way, and I felt my heart skip. Can he stop with the annoying boyish charms already? Rebecca and Stephen returned the greeting, taking their seats respectively. I followed suit, trying to compose myself.

"Today's session will be the last we're having, as you all know," Jared began, his eyes scanning the room. "But before we get into today's teaching, let's go over the ones we have learned all this while."

And we delved right into it. A few minutes and a brief review of our past lessons later, Rebecca let out an exaggerated sigh.

"I have to admit, I've learned so much in such a short time," she muttered, her tone genuine.

Jared grinned, throwing me a quick, knowing glance that I pretended not to notice.

Stephen, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and hissed at Rebecca. "Are you trying to say that all the wisdom I have shared in the past was a waste? I've imparted you with endless knowledge but you always let it go through one ear and out the other," he taunted. Rebecca's face scrunched up. "You're obviously not on the same level as Mr Smith's, hence your teachings barely stayed a second in my head."

I couldn't help the chuckle that left my lips as I watched their growing exchange.

To be fair, I was satisfied with the classes in the past few days as well. They were insightful. More importantly, I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I was a little reluctant to give up the tenuous peace we'd established in recent days, between me and Jared.

Even with his declaration to win me back looming in the background, Jared had managed to tone down his theatrics-apart from the flower debacle, of course.

Sofia? Silent. His mother or Nana? Missing in action. Miss fiancée? Never came to me once.

Ashley even mentioned that her uncle's business had smoothly recovered.

These peaceful days felt like a rare gift, and I wasn't sure how much longer they'd last, well, especially with Maverick's Open House coming up soon.

point, Jared turned to me. "Okay, our last lesson and last session are over." He paused, "Arielle, I have

the intensity in his eyes.

possibly want to say now? A pang of unease rippled through me as I darted a glance at Stephen and Rebecca, silently praying he wasn't about to

lips curved into

I lowered my guard slightly but kept my reservations. Then he began to speak, and the words that followed weren't anything like I'd expected.

know it comes from the

married, I failed to see you beyond that title-my wife. But spending time with you these past few days, without all the arguing and noise, I've come to see so much more, so much potential, and I'm not

instantly felt dry, like it had been hit by some oral drought.

eyes because his smile grew gentler, almost

Arielle.

Every successful business has a history and like a restaurant, people-evolve too. Sometimes we lose

grow stronger. So,

no matter

myself to ascertain that I had not been plunged into one of

know," he added, leaning back in his chair with a small sigh, "I won't interfere in your business anymore unless you ask

it left me speechless. I wanted to say something, anything, but the

my attention back to reality. He reached for a

"It's my way of supporting

sprang to their

faintly as he began unwrapping the package, each layer peeled away

time, I saw a hint of nervousness in him,

and Stephen exchanged confused looks, as it was indeed a little difficult to identify-a picture frame, holding a three-dimensional sculpture. At first glance, it seemed like an abstract piece of modern

Knives.

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