Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 174

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"Mommy, Uncle Dwayne and I are taking the dogs out for their evening walk. We won’t stay long, love you!" Maverick's voice rang out from the porch.

I was in the kitchen, trying to get dinner together while he was out with Dwayne, who had just shown up a few minutes ago.

"Alright," I called back, and soon, I heard their retreating footsteps and the happy barks of the dogs.

Sighing, I covered the cooking pot of pasta and went to sit at the kitchen table. The evening was cool and lovely, sunlight streaming through the windows, but my thoughts? Not so peaceful.

It’s been a week since my fight with Jared, and I hadn't heard from him since. Dwayne, on the other hand—despite his busy schedule with the whole business expansion thing—still made time every evening to take the dogs for their walks with Maverick. With three dogs now, their little routine had become part of their day, like clockwork.

Every time I looked at the golden retriever puppy, I couldn't help but think about Jared—the day he gifted it to Maverick. Then I’d think about the day he stormed into my office and beat the crap out of Mr. Zeke, the perv who tried to take advantage of me.

Has Jared’s injuries healed? I don’t know. And honestly, I’m not sure if I should even care anymore.

Yesterday, I had tried to casually ask Dwayne about him, using their business rivalry as a facade.

"Umm, Dwayne?" I started, trying to sound chill as we drank tea in the living room. "Do you know what Jared's been up to lately?"

Dwayne had looked up, "Why do you want to know?" He asked, teasingly.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm just curious, alright? Have you two even spoken since the dinner night, or are you still basking in your sibling rivalry?"

He smiled, and shook his head. "You're thinking about him, aren't you?"

"I'm serious, Dwayne. I just want to know what's up with him,"I said the last words with a low tone.

He ruffled my hair. "Trust me you won't be happy knowing," he said, getting up like he was about to leave.

I sighed, shaking my head. But honestly, I couldn't help the curiosity gnawing at me.

So Jared was back in his company and maybe took all his shareholders back? If that was the case, Dwayne must be feeling the pressure. Or maybe Dwayne was good at business too? Otherwise, how the hell could he compete with Jared? Or maybe Jared hadn’t figured out who’s the spy in his company yet. Did it have something to do with Dwayne?

As I sat in the kitchen, waiting for Dwayne and Maverick to return from their walk, those thoughts kept circling in my head.

When I was married to Jared, I never interfered with his business. I knew I wasn’t much help in that area. But now, I think maybe I was just selling myself short. Sure, I didn’t know much about investing, but Jared’s hotels or resorts were bound to have management problems at some point, right?

If I’d learned more back then, maybe I'd have more experience now for my own restaurant.

The sound of the front door opening broke the silence, and I looked up to see Dwayne and Maverick walking in, the dogs trailing behind them.

"Hey, kiddo," Dwayne said, smiling at me. "How was your day?"

Ugh. When did he start calling me "kiddo"? I’ve protested like a million times, but he’s still at it.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "It was fine, I guess. Just missed you guys."

Dwayne chuckled and ruffled my hair. "We missed you too. Now, how about we get some dinner started?"

I smiled and nodded, and the three of us set to work making dinner together.

Maverick still didn’t fully understand what Dwayne’s Mafia connections meant. One time, Dwayne tried to explain it to him, but it only got Maverick more excited. He wanted to know if it was like The Godfather.

I just about died inside when Dwayne nodded seriously and said, "Yeah, I’ve got another name. Michael Corleone."