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

Secrets and silence

JARED'S POV

secrets were better left unsaid because of the impact they bore.

As I walked, Arielle's cabin my destination, the weight of the conversation I had with Mrs Meyers settled heavily on my shoulders. I couldn't imagine how hard it must have been for Mrs. Meyers to bear such a secret all these years if it was this hard for me. Indeed, some I soon rounded the corner leading to Arielle's cabin, but I was stunned to find Dwayne squatting at the entrance, his eyes fixed intently on the floor. I felt curious immediately and slowed my pace, trying not to startle him.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, trying to keep the suspicion in my voice away.

He looked up at me, his expression unreadable. "Arielle said she's resting and she asked me not to come in."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his response. "So you're just sitting here waiting for her?"

He shrugged, seemingly unbothered by my question. "Yep, pretty much," he replied, looking away.

I glanced at him, hesitating for a moment. I was unsure if I should share what I had just learned with him, but something about his demeanor made me think he might already know more than he was letting on. After all, it was he who asked me to go to the security room, and I think it was a cue to see and hear things for myself. But I decided to ask anyway.

"So, about Mrs Meyers, you know what's going on, don't you?" I asked, lowering my voice slightly.

shrugged nonchalantly, his expression still unchanging. "Figured out

much he knew, and it was better to keep shut and leave things that way. Instead, I knocked on the door and Ashley's voice came

me," I replied. "I need to

the door opened. To my surprise, it was

He squealed, his eyes

buddy," I responded, trying to

roll as she brushed past

I could hear her and Dwayne whispering to each other, but I could only make out

conversation they had was none of my business, and I had no intentions to make it one. I stepped further into the room, with Maverick

around, and it was a shame

being ignored by me earlier at dinner. I'm

ruffling his hair fondly. "I'm

all.

Arielle was lying in it, eyes closed and chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She looked tired, yet calm and innocent. My chest clenched as I recalled all that happened earlier. She doesn't deserve it, doesn't deserve anything bad at Mustering enough courage, I stopped in front of her. Her

with a pang of guilt and took a deep breath before speaking. "Arielle, can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked, my voice as meek as

"All right."

to apologize about Sofia. I'm really sorry about what happened." Surprisingly she shook her head, her