Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 214

(JARED'S POV)

I stood there, my heart pounding, my mind filled with chaotic thoughts.

No, this didn't feel right.

My heart sank at Sofia's words, but my instinct told me that her face—the way she was acting, like she had some big revelation—felt off. I’d dealt with her enough to know when she was up to something, and right now, I could feel she was hiding something.

But she spoke so confidently about Dwayne entering the room, as if it was crystal clear in her mind. Could there be any truth to what she said?

Was it possible that Sofia's statement was not completely groundless?

The thought made me pause, a flicker of doubt creeping in.

If Sofia is really deliberately making trouble, why did she link Dwayne and Arielle together? Could something really happen between them?

The image of Arielle and Dwayne together flashed in my mind, and I had to shake it away. No, I couldn’t let panic cloud my judgment. This was Sofia’s usual play—spinning webs of confusion to manipulate others for her own gain.

Right now, the only thing that mattered was protecting Arielle. I couldn’t let my emotions get tangled up in this mess. Whatever Sofia was plotting, I had to deal with it on my terms. I had to see this through myself, without dragging others into it.

I couldn’t trust Sofia.

I turned to her sharply, my gaze cold. Whatever she thought she was doing, it was over now.

“Get out,” I said, my voice firm, determined. I couldn’t let her spread her lies any further.

But she wouldn’t back down. “I want the crew to go in and search now–” she started, but before she could finish, the door swung open, and there she was.

Arielle.

She stood, eyes drowsy and hair disheveled like one who had just been woken up from a long nap.

"What's going on? Can't one sleep in peace again?" She asked, looking around at the crowd of people outside her door.

For a moment, Sofia looked taken aback, and I couldn’t help but frown. What had she expected?

But she quickly regained her composure, flashing a tight smile. "Excuse me, Miss Meyers. I saw someone who took my things come in here earlier. If you don’t mind, may I come in and look for it?"

Arielle raised an eyebrow. "This is my room. I’m sure no one’s been in here. You’re trespassing now. Don’t you need evidence—or a search warrant?"

Her words were calm, but there was a sharp edge to her tone. Then her eyes narrowed as they locked onto Sofia, and I felt the tension crackle between them.

Sofia’s smile only widened. That confirmation in her expression sent a cold wave of dread through me.

"Enough, Sofia. Stop making trouble," I said, voice firm, trying to reign in the situation.

But Sofia wasn’t having it. "Arielle, I consider you a friend. You can’t be so stingy that you won’t let me search for my own things. That watch is very valuable. Jared gave it to me."

I inhaled sharply, fighting to keep my temper in check. But Arielle placed a calming hand on mine before I spoke again, her smiling softly. Her voice was smooth as she said, "Fine, go ahead. Bring your helper."

Sofia sneered, "I’ll do just that."

Arielle opened the door, and we all filed in. The room was small, but impeccably neat. Nothing was out of place, nothing hidden. Sofia’s face slowly drained of color as she scoured every inch of the room and the lavatory, her movements growing more frantic, more desperate.

She walked back to us, empty-handed.

"Satisfied, Miss Detective?" Arielle asked, her smile icy, sharper than I’d ever seen it.