MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE

(ARIELLE'S POV)

After Stephen blushed and promised he wouldn't disrupt the class again, Jared finally let him go with a scowl that could melt steel.

I tried to keep it together while Stephen showered me with compliments. Honestly, it was nice to hear, but after a while, it started getting a little embarrassing.

I glanced at Jared, who was practically fuming at Stephen's over-the-top behavior. He looked like he might explode at any second.

"Okay, let's focus," I said quickly, cutting off Stephen mid-praise. "Jared, please continue."

"Right, of course," he muttered, clearly trying to pull himself together. "So, Arielle, what are your goals for the restaurant?"

I hesitated a bit, feeling a flutter in my chest. I hadn't expected him to ask the question as it seemed somewhat personal to me.

"Well, my goal is to make the restaurant successful, of course," I said, a little weary.novelbin

His brow arched as he gave me a pointed look. "That's a pretty general answer. Can you be more specific? What does success look like to you?"

I suddenly felt defensive, but I tried to push it aside. I can't always react negatively to his words as I will only end up giving off the impression that his words got to me.

"I want to build a reputable brand and expand..."

He nodded thoughtfully, but his eyes were locked on me, intense and probing.

"Those are ambitious goals. But what's really driving you to achieve them? Is it just about making money, or is there something more personal at stake? Something... deeper?"

A jolt of unease envelops me. He was right because in actual sense, my original motive was to build my restaurant into a recognizable brand, expand to multiple locations or even franchising.

I wanted my restaurant to rise from a national restaurant to an international chain known for its high-quality, unique offerings and special dining experiences.

I was ambitious and had big plans. But given my restaurant's recent lackluster performance, I suddenly wasn't sure if that goal was a little high and so with every of Jared's questions, I'm determined to give reserved responses only, and not give too much away. Briefly, I glanced at Stephen and Rebecca, who were now watching the exchange with interest.

"Like I said, I'm just all about creating something successful," I said with a note of finality, hoping he caught the cue and quit asking about my plans for the future.

(JARED'S POV)

On the other hand, I have been watching Arielle intently; her words, and body language.

And it didn't take me quite long to discern her problem and draw a blueprint to help her out.

"Arielle," I began, locking eyes with her. "I think you're limiting yourself. Why not dream bigger? Look, I have one direction for you..."

I paused, watching her intently. "Transform the restaurant into a resort destination. A high-end, all-inclusive resort that combines luxury accommodations, unique dining, wellness, and recreation."

Her eyes widened, and I could tell she was taken aback, but not dismissive. There was a flicker of recognition in her gaze. She sat a little straighter, lips slightly parted as though she was about to say something, but hesitated. Finally, she spoke in a low tone, as if testing the idea.

"I've thought about it," she admitted, her voice soft but thoughtful. "I've always dreamed of taking things further, expanding. But I never thought I'd actually have the resources or strength to pull something like that off."

I smiled. "Arielle, I've done my homework. I've been watching you, and I'm sure you have the potential to make this happen. You've got the vision, the talent, and the drive. This isn't a pipe dream-it's something you can absolutely achieve."

Rebecca and Stephen were clearly intrigued by the idea. The excitement in their eyes was undeniable, but I wasn't concerned about them. Arielle was the focus, and I could see that a spark had been lit.

"You have to imagine it, boss,"

Rebecca said, leaning forward. "A resort where people can come and experience the best of culinary skills, surrounded by luxury and beauty: Private villas, world-class spa, and multiple dining options-all showcasing your unique style. We should try this!"

Stephen nodded in agreement, equally excited by the prospect of the idea. "And we could combine your culinary vision with wellness offerings like... spa treatments, yoga classes, and mediation. It would be a game changer, something that has never been thought of, or done before. We could also have cooking classes, wine tastings, and other culinary experiences that would make this resort a destination for foodies from all over the world."

"And you could even offer exclusive culinary events like tasting menus designed by guest chefs, cooking competitions, or good festivals. The possibilities are just endless!" Rebecca chimed, eyes shining.

Arielle listened, her expression carefully neutral. After a moment, she gave a small, amused laugh, like she was trying to reign in the enthusiasm around her.

"These are all beautiful ideas, but it would be difficult to implement them," she said, her voice skeptical. Her eyes darted between us as she spoke like she wanted us all to agree with her.

"I mean, it's a lot to take on, and I'm not sure if it's feasible," she said, more like she was trying to convince herself than us.

But I could see the interest in her eyes, the spark of optimism that had been ignited. And I knew that with the right guidance and support, she would make this vision a reality.

"I understand it seems like a big leap," I replied, leaning in slightly, "but I've seen your work firsthand. You've got the resilience and the creativity. If anyone can pull this off, it's you. And it's not about doing it all alone. You have a team. You can build it."

There was a brief silence as I

allowed her to assimilate the words.

Then I resumed talking, my voice firm and persuasive. "Think about it, Arielle. A resort that showcases your unique culinary skills, and at the same time provides guests with unforgettable experiences. You could extend your team and include top tier chefs like yourself. You could also have a state-of-the-air kitchen, with all the latest equipment and technology, to help you create

more culinary magic."

I paused again, studying her reaction. Her eyes locked with mine, and I was glad and relieved to see the look of excitement and curiosity in her eyes.

"I've got the resources, the expertise, and the network to help you make this vision a reality," I added, my voice steady and sincere. "Together, we can make it happen."

Arielle's smile spread slowly across her face, the kind of smile that could light up the whole room. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Seeing her happy was everything to me.

I knew I had caused her pain in the past, and it weighed on me more than I cared to admit. All I could do now was make things right, help her find the happiness she deserved. For her sake, I was willing to go to any length.