Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 145

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I stood, frozen, my mind still reeling from Jared's revelation.

The hell? Jared Smith, the ever-composed billionaire, suddenly broke and homeless? It didn’t add up. Especially not with his influential family in the wings. What kind of game was he playing this time?

The toothbrush still dangled from my mouth. And then I managed to regain composure and turned to Maverick, he was too young to overhear whatever nonsense Jared was about to spew next.

"Hey, baby, why don't you go introduce your new puppy to Milo? I'm sure he'd be happy to have a puppy sibling," I said sweetly.

Maverick’s face lit up. Without a word, he clutched the squirming dog and bolted inside, leaving me alone with Jared.

The moment the door clicked shut, I turned to face Jared again, with my arms folded.

“Cut the act, Jared. What’s really going on?”

“I told you the truth,” he insisted, his tone maddeningly calm. “I sold my shares in J&S. I’m homeless, Arielle.”

I studied his expression, said in a sure tone, "Jared, even selling all your companies won't make you homeless overnight," I stated matter of factly. "You're a billionaire. You have properties and resources, and turning homeless overnight just doesn't make any sense."

Jared shifted uncomfortably, like someone who has been caught in a wrong act. His eyes darted everywhere, avoiding mine.

"Fine, I'll explain everything," he sighed in resignation.

I stood at attention, my arms crossed tighter, and my eyes never leaving his. "I'm listening."

He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I’m really not lying, Arielle. Well, not lying about everything… I sold my shares. But it wasn’t just for Maverick—it was to flush out a spy in my company.”

The toothbrush slipped from my hand.

“A spy?”

“Yes.” He met my gaze, his tone now deadly serious. “Think about it. How did Denzel find out Maverick was my son so quickly? Someone leaked that information. I needed to appear weak, vulnerable. It’s the only way to flush them out.”

I swallowed hard, memories of Maverick’s kidnapping flashing in my mind. His explanation sounded plausible, but I wasn’t about to let my guard down. “So you decided to come here? My house? Why? Let me guess, part of the strategy?”

"I couldn't go back to the family house," he explained. "I don't want Nana and Mom to worry and fuss over me. They'd drive me crazy with questions and concerns. And my penthouse? That’s too obvious."

I raised an eyebrow, still skeptical. “And your friends? Your colleagues? Or, I don’t know, any of the other dozens of properties you own?”

“I admit… Arielle, I do have my reasons. I want to take real responsibility for Maverick, for us. I know I should’ve told you sooner, but if you hate me for this—if you think I’m crossing a line,” His voice faltered before he steadied it. “—please don’t let it affect Maverick. This is about him too.”

There was a brief silence as I weighed all I had heard. No matter how hard I tried, a part of me still didn’t buy it. The Almighty and meticulous Jared Smith I know can never let himself be reduced to this point. But the mention of Maverick’s safety and the memory of his kidnapping pierced through my skepticism.

Still, there was one undeniable truth: his presence here would turn my peaceful life into a circus. And my mom? She’d probably stake him like a vampire before he made it through the first night.

"I'm sorry,” I said finally, shaking my head. "I can't accommodate you."

His expression fell, hurt crossing it. "So, you're just gonna let me sleep on the streets?"

His words struck a chord, but I stood my ground. "That's not what I said."

"Arielle, please –"