Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 205

(JARED'S POV)

I left Arielle's office basking in the fulfillment and satisfaction. Seeing her eyes light up when she received the gift made every moment worth it. I replayed the scene over and over again in my head, her fingers tracing the outline of the sculpture, her voice slightly trembling as they conveyed her gratitude. It was a peak moment, one that I wouldn't forget in a hurry.

Deep down, I wish I could spend more time with her, but I had to see my Mom. She had called earlier, asking to see me, citing that she had something important to discuss with me. Now, as I drove towards the mansion's direction, I hoped it was as important as she made it sound because she has a history of exaggerating things and making them more ambiguous than they actually were.

Soon, I pulled into the compound, and I didn't bother parking in the garage as I figured I'd be leaving soon. I go inside, have the "important" discussion with Mother, say hi to Nana Jean, and I'll be on my way. Easy peasy.

I got inside and one of the stairs members greeted me, informing me that mother was in the living room. I thanked her and headed there, and I found Mom engrossed in her phone.

She looked up as I entered, her lips curving in a hint of a small smile. "Oh, Jared, it's good that you're here," she said, setting her phone aside. "I was just about to give you a call."

"Yeah for the umpteenth time," I mumbled under my breath.

"Hi, Mom," I said instead, walking over to place a peck on her cheek. "So, I'm here now," I added, plopping on the couch next to her. "What's the important thing you had to say to me that you just had to see me in person, or as usual, is it one of your dramatics?"

She chuckled, an amused smile forming on her face. "Oh, Jared, don't be like that. We've been invited to a yacht party by the Langleys," she announced, squealing like a high school girl.

My brows shot up in confusion at the information. "I'm sorry, but what does that have to do with me?" I couldn't help but blurt.

And then my frown deepened as something struck. "Don't tell me that's why you called me all the way here," I added, my tone filled with incredulity, as I felt a jab of annoyance.

Her smile faltered for a moment, and her expression turned placating. "Relax, Jared. Of course, that's why I called you. Isn't that reason enough?"

I shook my head in disbelief, frustration growing inside of me. "No, it's not. Why does a grown man's birthday have to be my business? I can't believe you made me drive all the way here because of this," I grumbled, my voice slightly increasing in tempo.

"Well, it's your business because the man in question is your fiance's elder brother."

Irritation bit hard at my guts and I fought so hard not to snap in frustration. "So what? That doesn't mean I have to attend some boring birthday party," I argued.

"Just listen to me for once, Jared," Mother snapped, her voice turning stern. "This is not just a birthday celebration; it's a chance for our families to bond and for you to get acquainted with your soon-to-be in-laws."

I paused at this point, weighing both her words and my options. If I wanted the facade between Tiana and me to keep selling, then I had to learn to play along. That decided, I nodded, stifling my grievance. "Fine, I'll attend."

Mom's face immediately lit up with a triumphant smile. "I knew you'd listen to me."

I ignored her and cast a searching glance around the room, my eyes scanning for someone. "Where's Nana Jean?" I asked, returning my eyes to her.

She shrugged. "She's left for some old ladies' retreat," she said, and then leaned forward, her voice lowered in a conspiratorial whisper. "I think it's just an excuse to avoid attending the party.

I inwardly scoffed. Who wouldn't? I would have done the same if I had a choice. The thought of being trapped on a yacht with a bunch of old family friends, pretending to be someone I'm not, didn't quite appeal to me.

"So when is the party?" I asked, trying to feign interest.

"In two days."

I inadvertently let out a sigh of relief, feeling little darts of hope. "Thank God, I still have a few days to myself," I muttered.

"Or maybe you don't," My mom's best words dropped like a bombshell, and I looked at her sharply.

"What do you mean?" I inquired suspiciously.

"We're boarding the yacht today. Julie wants us there; you know, family bonding and getting acquainted with the environment before the party," she said, referring to Tiana's mother.

"But didn't you say the party was in two days? Why do we have to leave that early before the D–day? It's not like we're the family of the celebrant."

"Julie wants us there, Jared. We have to honor her request."

"That's unreasonable! I have to at least wrap up things with work. I can't possibly go away to some yacht party without putting things in place," I protested.

I seemed to have struck a chord because she went silent, as if contemplating my words. Seconds later, she finally spoke up. "Fine, we'll leave tomorrow morning..."

"But I have to...."

"That's final, Jared!" She said firmly.

I sighed in resignation, realizing it was a lost battle. I rose to my feet then, "We're done here, then. I have to head home now."

"Won't you pass the night here, at least?" She called out.