MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE

(JARED'S POV)

Sofia's eyes flashed with anger. "What did you say?" She asked, her voice threatening.

Rebecca forced a smile, but remained silent.

"I thought as much," Sofia hissed, her tone filled with disdain. "I'd like to place my order now."

"Of course, ma'am," Rebecca said and handed her the menu.

Sofia scanned the menu for minutes, before making a choice. "I'll have the lobster thermidor, filet mignon, waffles with syrup, pasta and meatballs, seared scallops, roasted steak, and the most expensive wine you have-the Chateau margaux 1787. I chuckled, not missing a beat. "All that? You're going big, aren't you, Sofia?"

She gave me a tight smile. "You're a billionaire, Jared. It's embarrassing to question something as basic as food."

I bit back a sigh, my tone light. "Not questioning, just making sure you're not ordering half the kitchen out of boredom." I caught Rebecca's eye and added, "She has a big appetite; it's best to bring smaller portions."

Sofia huffed but didn't argue, too wrapped up in the show of it all. I flashed the waitress an apologetic look as they left, hoping they'd bring a reasonable amount. It wouldn't hurt for her to enjoy herself-but waste wasn't exactly my idea of luxury. Sofia handed the menu back to Rebecca. "We'll have that. Go on and bring our order."

"Umm...Sir, aren't you making an order?" the waitress asked.

Before I could respond, Sofia beat me to it. "Are you dumb or blind? Didn't you see that I made the order for the both of us?"

"I'm sorry, ma,"

"Get out and go get what I ordered."

Glancing around, other diners cast curious looks.

I narrowed my eyes, "Mind your word Sofia."

As the two women walked away, Sofia turned to me, flashing a smile like nothing was wrong. "I think we should take pictures."

Without waiting for my response, she took out her phone and began snapping selfies of us. She leaned close to me, threw an arm around my shoulder, and planted a wet kiss on my cheek while taking more pictures.

I felt uncomfortable with the public display of affection, but couldn't say anything as we were in public.

Sofia giggled, as she viewed the photos. "You look so handsome, Jared. I'll post these online later."

I frowned, my mind contemplating the implications if those pictures getting out.

What Arielle or anyone who knew we were married would think if they saw these photos?

The possibility of that somehow got me worried, and I tried to talk Sofia out of it. "Sofia, you shouldn't -"

But she silenced me with another photo, her smiles dazzling. "Just relax, Jared. Loosen up, you're too uptight."

A few minutes later, our order, or Sofia's order, rather, arrived. The food was great, but my appetite was dampened by her earlier display. As we ate, she resumed picture-taking, snapping photos of the meals, and then of us together.

I forced a smile, trying to play along. She posted some of the photos online, and I could already imagine the rumors spreading.

Hours later, we were done, and as predicted, we couldn't finish the food. There was enough left to feed three more stomachs, but I didn't point it out. That would only lead to an argument with Sofia. After all, if she was happy, it was a successful evening. I simply paid the bill, and tipped the waitress generously for her troubles. Sofia complained about the tip, but I paid no heed to her.

On our way out, Sofia turned to me, eyes bright. "Wasn't that fun? How's the dinner?"

Save for the meal itself, nothing else was good about it, but I dared not say it aloud. "It was awesome, "I said instead.

Sofia was besides herself with excitement. "Really? I told you you'd enjoy yourself. So, would you love to try it some other time?"

Of course not, I screamed in my head. But as usual, I didn't say it aloud. "Maybe," I shrugged, "but not anytime soon."Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Her smile dimmed a bit, but she quickly recovered. "I'll plan something soon, then."

I nodded, the least enthusiastic about the plan. This evening has been a disaster, and I couldn't wait to get home and rest.

As we drove back home in silence, I couldn't help but think of Arielle and how different she was from Sofia. Arielle was feminine, quiet, and peaceful, whereas Sofia was the exact opposite.

Unfortunately, what set both women apart in my life is the fact that while I loved the latter, I respected the former. Such a twisted Irony.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"You did well today, I look forward to seeing a better performance tomorrow," Sinai said, bidding me goodbye.

I had just finished my physiotherapy session for the day, and was being wheeled back to my room by a nurse. I returned the wave, as we left the room.

Ashley was absent as she had

stepped out to get some necessities

and also fix my phone. I missed her and couldn't wait for her return, and additionally, I missed my

Sune and

could not wait to have it back

We soon got to my room, and the nurse helped me to the bed. I thanked her after which she left.. Left alone, got comfortable on the bed; deciding to rest a little, while wait

for Ashley.

I slept off in the process and was roused by Ashley's return. A smile graced my lips and I sat up on the bed.

"I missed you," I whined.

"I know."

"Proud peacock," I hissed playfully, rolling my eyes.

"I heard you," she said, smiling.

"And that's why I said; so you can hear it."

"Um... Touché," Ashley teased, setting the shopping bags at corner. And then she reached in her bag and pulled out my phone. "Tadah!"

I was excited when she handed me my phone. "Thank you so much," I said, admiring the phone as it looked brand new. The screen was fixed, and Ashley even got me a new pouch.

"You're welcome," she responded and took out two paper bags that contained food. "I'm starving. Let's eat, please."

She handed me my own food, and we both began to eat. Suddenly, she gasped, "I'm sorry I forgot to ask, how was your session today?"

"I thought you were starving and the food was more important," I teased.

"You know that's not true," she defended, pouting. I laughed and narrated how my session went.

While we were still talking, Ashley paused, her eyes trailing to my fingers. "Arielle, have you taken off your wedding ring already?"