Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 184

(ARIELLE’S POV)

The air had grown colder, the chill creeping into my bones. Dwayne wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “Are you cold?” he asked, his voice soft with concern.

I wiped my tears, shaking my head.

All I could feel was exhaustion. My mind had turned to mush, too drained to form a single coherent thought.

Dwayne studied me carefully before running his fingers along the side of my face. I turned away.

He didn’t say a word, just shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. Then he handed me a helmet, carefully helping me strap it on.

“Thank you,” I whispered as I snuggled closer to him on the motorcycle.

I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. They came in waves as we rode, the cold wind stinging my face, but it couldn’t stop the flood of emotions. Jared’s words replayed in my head, over and over, like a broken record. The image of him and Sofia, sitting together, haunted me.

“Go to the pub,” I said, shivering against Dwayne’s back. “I need a couple of beers.”

He immediately shook his head. “You’d better not. Let’s get you home.” Then turned the bike down a different road, heading for my house.

“No!”

Dwayne braked suddenly, the bike lurching to a stop. “Why not?”

I wanted to explain—wanted to tell him that with Maverick at a sleepover and my mom still away on her trip, I didn’t want to be alone in that empty house.

But the words stuck in my throat. This sounded so stupid. Instead, I just dropped my eyes and went silent.

Dwayne sighed and rolled the bike still into the garage of my home’s direction, and killed the engine.

I was too tired to protest again, drowning my thoughts in the sound of the revving engine underneath us.

By the time we reached my doorstep, I was too drained to move. My body ached, my mind was foggy, and every step felt heavier than the last. When I tried to get off the bike, I stumbled on my heels and fell to the ground with a thud.

Dwayne was there in an instant, his hands steady as he helped me to my feet. “Are you okay?”

“Think I scraped my ankle,” I answered, and the tears almost started again. Luckily I forced myself to stop. Even though everything seemed to be so wrong with the world, I shouldn’t act like a child.

My head hurts and I wince in pain with every step.

The house felt empty, hollow, like it was swallowing me whole. Each step toward the door felt like a reluctant surrender. Finally, I stopped and sank onto the flower bed, too tired to go any further.

Dwayne crouched down beside me, his eyes soft. “Okay, okay, Arielle. You can stay at my place for one night, is that okay?”

I nodded, unable to speak the words.

With careful gentleness, Dwayne helped me to my feet again and guided me toward his house, each step taken with the utmost care. He led me to a couch, helping me lie down, before disappearing into the kitchen.

The room went silent once he left, and I felt a crushing wait in my chest, a heaviness that suffocated the air from my lungs and left me gasping for breath.

How had I let Jared hurt me like this again? How had I let him break me all over? Had he seen me before I knew? Had he said those words on purpose, knowing I was there? The thought of him mocking me with his friends made my blood boil.

I could hear Sofia’s laugh ringing in my ears—louder than the rest, triumphant and full of cruelty.

Jared told me to trust him. Did he know how hard it was? Did he understand that asking me to trust him after everything he’d said was the hardest thing I’d ever been asked to do? “Marriage means nothing to me.” Those words burned in my mind, and I couldn’t stop replaying them.

I tried to trust. But under what twisted circumstances would he be forced to say something like that?

I didn’t want this. I didn’t ask for this.

Did he even realize the simple fact that he was with Sofia was enough to tear me apart? She was the source of my pain for three years, and now he was with her, again. Why? Why?!

Argh!

A silent scream tore through my mind. I grabbed my head in my hands and rocked back and forth. I moved a little too much and grazed my ankles against each other. I bit back the urge to scream and shut my eyes in pain.

I didn’t hear Dwayne walk out of the kitchen so I jumped when he came into view and he lifted his hands with an apologetic face.

“Here. Place this on your ankle,” he handed me the ice pack and came around to help me out of the jacket. He went away for a moment and returned again with a little first-aid box. “This might sting a bit,” he warned with a little smile as he pulled out a bottle of spirit and some cotton wool.

I winced in pain as he gently massaged the wound with the ball of wet cotton wool. Once he was done, he placed a band aid over the injury before kissing it tenderly.

“My mum used to say it made the wound heal faster. She was awesome when she found the strength,” he sighed with a sad smile and rose from my side. He gave me an aspirin and a glass of water.

“For your head.”

I slowly nodded.

“Would you like to eat something?”

“I’m… not hungry. Sorry.” I finally found my voice.

“It’s okay. I’ll show you to your room.”

When I stood, my legs were shaky, and I swayed slightly. Dwayne didn’t hesitate—he swept me up into his arms with ease, holding me close as if I weighed nothing at all. His warmth surrounded me, and I clung to him instinctively, which made his eyes soft, and I felt my cheeks burn.

I had to look away quickly, embarrassed by the intimacy of the moment, trying to loosen my grip on his neck.

When we got into the bedroom, he gently placed me down on the bed and hovered above me for a while.