MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE novel Chapter 27

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Ok. Here he played this ‘charming husband’ card again.

I stood rooted to the spot, contemplating my response. Truth was, I had made no plans on returning to the house today. Even though I knew I was going to return eventually, it just wasn't today.

“Jared, I don't think I want to come home today,” I blurted.

His brows furrowed. “Why? You're still mad at me, aren't you? Come on, Arielle. I promise to explain everything to you if you come home with me.”

I hesitated. “But–”

“No buts, Arielle. Please, come home. You can't run from your matrimonial home.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, a matrimonial home invaded by a stranger,” I murmured.

“What did you say?”

“I said nothing.”

Just then, Rebecca walked past us, waving excitedly. I groaned inwardly, and without another word I walked ahead of Jared to the car. I was not ready to give Rebecca the slightest hint that my marriage was going through some rocky times.

I got into the car, and threw my face out the window. Jared got in beside me, almost immediately and cast me a concerned look but I pretended like I didn't notice.

“You're really pissed at me, aren't you?” He asked, starting the car.

“Can we just go home?”

“As your highness pleases,” he said in an attempt to sound funny, but I was not having it.

The drive home was silent, and the instant we pulled into the garage, I hurried out. I walked into the house, and Sofia was seated on the couch eating away at a plate of junk. For someone who was pregnant, her eating habit was unhealthy.

She made to get to her feet when she saw me, but reclined back, hissing loudly. I presumed the reaction was because she thought it was Jared.

“Are you back home now?” She sneered.

“Oh yes, I'm back to my house. Oh, look at that disappointed look on your face,” I taunted. “I guess you were expecting me to leave my home for you, but I'm sorry your plan didn't go as expected.”

Anger appeared on her features as she gave me a death glare. “I see, your little time away did something to your guts.”

Just then, Jared appeared. “Sofia, Arielle is back,” he announced the oblivious.

“That I can see,” Sofia retorted.

“I'm going up to my room,” I announced and turned to leave.

“Maybe if you explained to me what happened just like you promised, then I might not be anymore.”

He sighed, kept the laptop away, and grabbed his temples. “Look, it was a mistake. Sofia was in one of her lowest moments. You know, she was missing her marriage. I think for someone who got divorced, she didn't show much emotion. She was acting all fine, and it didn't seem right. So she had a breakdown and mistook me for her husband, and so she kissed me,” Jared paused at this point to look at me.

I stared back at him, my face neutral.

“I was stunned, and I didn't know how it happened but I kissed her back,” and then he quickly added. “Trust me, it wasn't for long because I broke the kiss.”

“So why didn't you tell me?”

“It wasn't easy, okay? You already have your reservation about the extent of my friendship with Sofia, you didn't expect me to walk up to you and say, “hey, dear wife, I kissed the woman I claimed was just a friend to me, did you?”

“No, I didn't, but no matter how hard it was to open up to me, I still expected you to.”

“I'm sorry, Arielle. It's not gonna happen again.”

“Won't it?” I asked, cocking my head.

Jared looked offended. “Are you insinuating that I don't mean what I said?”

“Do you want a divorce, Jared Smith?”