Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 170

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I reeled back in shock as he was the last person I expected, but at the same time, I was grateful for the interruption. Why he was here or how he got into my meeting room didn't matter, all that did was the fact that I was going to get a breather from the pervert seated a few meters from me.

"J..Jared,” I called him again, as I took on his appearance. He was looking a little disheveled, little bruises on his forehead and brow, and what was that? I frowned as I caught a whiff of alcohol on him.

What is going on? I wondered, and was just about to ask, when he approached Mr Zeke, his strides menacing.

"Ah, Mr. Jared, I presume? I recognize you from the business news," Mr Zeke said, nervously. One could tell he was intimidated by the sight of Jared.

"I was just discussing a business deal with Miss Smith here," he said, trying to feign innocence.

Jared's eyes darkened. "I'm sure you were," and without warning, he lunged at Mr. Zeke throwing punches with a violent intensity that left me both frozen and scared.

"Jared, stop!" I shouted, rushing to intervene, but he was too far gone from reasoning.

"You think you can just touch her?" Jared snarled, throwing another powerful punch directly to his face. I winced when I heard a bone crack.

"Jared, please stop," I pleaded, scared for Mr Zeke's Life. He was a total dickhead, but he doesn't deserve to die.

I finally managed to get in front of Mr Zeke, knowing Jared wouldn't hurt me, and that did the trick because he halted and I used the opportunity to pry him away from Mr. Zeke.

"You're going to kill him!" I exclaimed, my voice hoarse from shouting, and my body trembling from the sight of Mr Zeke's battered face.

Jared's chest heaved with heavy breath, his eyes darkened with anger. But slowly, he seemed to come back to himself, his eyes dwelling on me.

"Arielle," he mumbled, his voice rough and clipped. "I'm sorry. I saw him...I saw him touching you."

I took a deep breath, still trying to process what had just transpired. I was trying to recognize the man in front of me, because this wasn’t the calm, sophisticated Jared I thought I knew.

He was completely different—someone who had hidden a dark side, one she almost never witnessed when they were together. Was this the kind of man Sofia was hell-bent on being with?

But I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts off. Now was not the time, I decided, and just in time I saw Mr Zeke stealthily slip away.

I turned to Jared, trying to keep my emotions in check. "It's okay. You...I have to take you to the hospital," I said, and it was not just about his fists that were bloodied, but because of how pale he looked and the little bruises he had, making me wonder how he got them.

But he shook his head. "I don't need the hospital, I just need to get out of here. Can you drive me to the penthouse?"

I hesitated, unsure if I should be helping him after what he had just done, despite it being in my interest. But something about his demeanor, the way he seemed to be struggling to stay upright, made me nod against myself.

"Fine, I'll drive you. Come on," I said, taking his arm and leading him out of the room.

As we stepped out of the meeting room, I quickly scanned the hallway, praying no one saw us. I spotted a few , but thankfully, they seemed engrossed in their pursuit and didn't spare us a glance.

I swiftly guided him toward the personal elevator I rarely used, trying to avoid drawing any attention to us. As we stepped inside, I left out a sigh of relief, relieved for the temporary reprieve from being seen.

With one hand steadying Jared, I used the other to book an Uber in my phone, as my car was currently unavailable. Ashley had driven me to the restaurant, and I hadn't made any plans for my car to be brought after me.

By the time we reached the back exit, the Uber had arrived. I helped Jared into the car, and it sped off as I rattled off the address of the penthouse.

The ride was quiet, with Jared staring out the window, his expression unreadable. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, wondering what had triggered such a violent outburst and move.