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

The invite

(ARIELLE'S

POV)

I walked towards my car, handbag slung over my shoulders, jotter tucked securely under my armpit, its edges poking out slightly from the confines of my arm. On my other hand, I clutched an important file; it contained a mix of the new business plan I had drawn courtesy of Jared's class. The memory of his gift still lingered in my mind, and anytime I recalled the moment and the words that accompanied it, a hue of colors always found its way to my cheeks.

After presenting the gift to me, Jared had declared his decision to leave, citing an unknown appointment he needed to attend. I thanked him profusely again, ensuring that I showed how grateful I was for the gift.

Once he was gone, Rebecca and Stephen took over, never stopping fussing about the sculpture, oohing and aahing over how perfect it was. They insisted on helping me find the perfect spot to hang it, and after much deliberation, we finally settled on the wall across from my desk.

The sudden ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. It came from my handbag, but with my hands full, I kept walking until I reached my car. Once there, I carefully placed the file and jotter on the passenger seat, ensuring they wouldn't slip. Finally, I rummaged through my bag, found my phone, and answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

""Hey, Arielle! It's me, Margaux Harrison-the blind date? Remember?"

A cheerful young lady's voice filled the line, and it didn't take me long to place it. Margaux, the Harrisons' granddaughter. We hadn't spoken since that night, and I didn't even remember giving her my number. How did she get it?

"Oh, Miss Harrison! Of course, I remember. How have you been?" I asked, leaning back in the driver's seat as I smiled.

"Well, same old. Still being dragged to endless blind dates by the family. You'd think they'd give up by now, but nope," she said, laughing. "Anyway, I'm not calling about that! I actually got your number from my gran-hope you don't mind and I have a proposition for you." "Not at all. What's this about?"

"We'd love for you to be the contracted chef for my family's cruise dinner!" Her voice bubbled with excitement. "You're the first person who came to mind, and Gran thought you'd be perfect for it."

My heart skipped a beat as I processed the invitation.

This was a huge opportunity! The Harrisons were still influential. I could use the influence to my advantage. If handled well, this could open doors I'd only dreamed of.

incredible. I'm honored you thought of me," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the

I could imagine Margaux smiled tenderly on the other side. "Honestly, I was worried you

no way I'd pass up such an amazing opportunity. How

come to the private ship early to go over everything. You

already mentally bracing

a slightly pleading tone. "It'd be great to get started

was settled. Ever since my son was born, I'd rarely spent nights

crossed my mind. Geez. I was so swept up in today's excitement that I'd even consider

by home first to get everything in

"Of course. Go take care of your little one, and we'll

out a sharp breath, my chest practically

on a ship wasn't exactly uncharted territory for me. I'd learned all about it during my time in Italy: you have to contact the cruise line or ship operator, hammer out every little detail-date, time, guest count, menu, pricing, special requests-you name it. Then there's the contract, a binding little piece of paper spelling

in theory, but in

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Timing issues, unforeseen mishaps, or worse falling short of expectations in front of an elite

This wasn't just any opportunity; it was a golden ticket. A guaranteed guest count meant less waste and more precision, not to mention the exposure. High-end

my head

stop the excitement bubbling inside me. This was hands-down the biggest order I'd ever landed since opening

Jared's leaving that

was the blessing of those faithful knives in my old kitchen?? Either way, I couldn't help but laugh at my own ridiculous

shaking my head as I turned the key in the ignition. Time to focus. Big

the evening settling in. Meredith opened the door before I could reach it, her usual

but good," I replied, glancing past her. "How's

for you. Bella stopped by earlier, and they had a blast. He's

chest tightening slightly. "Thanks, Meredith. I'll be

wash away the day's tension, but my mind wouldn't stop racing. A quick change of clothes later, I packed a small bag, pausing for a

yelled, jumping from his chair and