Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 119

JARED’S POV)

I killed the engine of my car and sat still, deep in thought. There was a battle raging in my head as I sat in the car space. I stole a glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Arielle’s mother’s fingers were still clearly imprinted on my face like an awful tattoo born from the handiwork of a wack tattooist.

Maybe it was the heaviness in my heart or the helplessness painted in the mark on my face. But somehow, I finally let out an exasperated sigh as I stepped out of the car. I walked over to the front door and gently let myself in.

Walking into the sitting room, I was stunned to find my mother seated on the couch, obviously waiting for me.

From all obvious indications, she was waiting up for me to air her mind about something, because the instant I stepped into the house, she leaped up from the sofa to speak. I watched her expression shift from firm to hesitant then to shocked, right before my eyes.

“Oh my God! Jared. What happened to you?” she asked in concern as she walked up to me. She held my face in her hands and gently felt the skin around my cheek. “Who did this to you?”

“It’s nothing, mum,” I sighed sadly to her as I let her guide me into a seat.

“First, you call off your engagement, and next you’re getting attacked by God knows who?” she shook her head sadly

I looked at her quizzically and then it dawned on me that Sofia must have called her.

“I see, Sofia called you,” I said, trying to appear indifferent.

“Oh yes, she did, and she was in pretty bad shape.”

“Where's she?” I asked.

“Upstairs, probably crying her eyes out.”

“I didn't lay a hand on her so I see no reason why she should be crying,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“What has gotten into you, Jared? I didn't raise you to be mean to women! Your engagement was in the news and everyone has been looking forward to your marriage. Sofia is a good girl. I don't see why you'd want to end things like that.”

“For heaven’s sake, I'm not awful to women. It's so easy for you to judge me when you're not even in my shoes! You think Sofia is good, then why don't we switch places so you can truly see the goodness in her?” I snapped, realizing a little too late that I was being rude.

“I’m sorry, mum. I really didn’t mean that,” I apologized.

She rose from where she was perched beside me and walked over to another sofa. I knew I was overreacting. It was only normal for her to be interested in my life, after all she was my mother. Whatever happened with Arielle in that lifetime was also my fault—chiefly so, if I was being honest.

I was going to speak again but she beat me to it.