Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 35

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Gasps of shock rented the hall as Jared delivered blows upon blows on the man, that for a moment I feared he would kill him. I was stunned to see Jared in such a position; because for all the years we've been married, never for once had I seen him engage in a verbal exchange not to mention a physical scuffle with someone.

I was appalled at the sight of his now red eyes, clenched fists and tightened jaws. His hair was now ruffled, and a button of his shirt had fallen off, giving him a wild and dangerous look.

Regaining composure, I screamed at the people who stood on the side, watching two men fight without making any move to stop them. "Stop them!"

But no one moved; it seemed like they were all scared to offend Jared.

"Are you all deaf? Stop them, please," I yelled. At this point, my eyes had grown misty at how battered the other man looked. Jared, on the other hand looked okay, save for his missing shirt button, scattered hair, and rumpled shirt.

When no one made any move, I had to resort to the only option I had, even if it was a stupid and dangerous thing to do. Without a second thought, I lunged myself at the two men, using my body as a barrier.

That was all it took to stop Jared. He paused, his chest heaving up and down while he eyed the man behind me. "Move away, Arielle! I don't want to hurt you."

"Exactly! I know you would never hurt me, and that's why I'm not moving an Inch. Stop this madness, Jared. Please, let him be."

"That bastard laid his hands on you. I'm gonna kill him," Jared sneered.

"Well he wouldn't have, if you hadn't ditched me at a party you brought me to!" I yelled, before I could stop myself. Murmurs rose in the air, as the now seemed more interested in Jared's and my fight than the one they refused to separate.

Jared made to say something but was interrupted by the voice of the man behind me, if not that now, he was no longer behind him. He had stepped away, although he kept a safe distance from Jared.

"I see you've not changed, Jared Smith," the man said with a smirk, as he spat out a thick lump of blood. I winced at the sight, and looked away.

"You're still the wild animal we all knew you to be in highschool. Not even expensive and designer outfits could change that," the man continued, his voice a taunting note.

Anger flashed in Jared's eyes. "Shut up, Denzel. I see your attitude of hitting on any woman that gets close to me has stuck like a second skin. What are you, huh? Some guy with a low self esteem that can't bag his own women?"

A muddled look appeared on my face as I stared from each man to the other. And then it dawned on me that this fight had nothing to do with Denzel dancing with me, these two are sworn enemies from the past, who had not yet buried the hatch.

And then Denzel's words rang in my ears. "I see you've not changed, Jared Smith. "You're still the wild animal we all knew you to be in highschool. Not even expensive and designer outfits could change that."

What did he mean by that? What kind of a person was Jared Smith while in highschool?