Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 53

(JARED'S POV)

I gasped in horror as I quickly swerved the car to the side, narrowly avoiding a head_on collision. My car missed the streetlight pole by mere inches. Heart racing, I brought the car to a halt. The other driver's cusses rented the air as he drove past.

"That was a close one," I mumbled, grasping the steering wheel tightly.

My heart pounded rapidly, and my hands shook uncontrollably. Just the thought of being involved in an accident made my heart pound.

After a few minutes, I finally got a grip on myself. I turned the car on and continued driving home. Upon arrival, I found Sofia in the sitting room, her legs crossed, typing away on her phone.

She looked stunning; her hair styled, makeup perfectly applied, and wearing a beautiful knee length beige dress. As I approached, I felt that familiar tug of fondness for her, in my heart.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," she replied, flashing a bright smile.

"Are you going somewhere?"

She rose from her seat and walked towards me. "The question should be; are we going somewhere?"

My face creased in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"With everything's that happened, I think you need a break," she said, tugging at my tie. "I booked us a spot at a nice restaurant, and we're going there for dinner."

"Sofia..." I trailed off, hesitant.

"No complaints," she warned, gently placing a finger on my lips. The act sent jitters through my system. "You'll go upstairs, have a nice bath, get shaved–your face is a mess with that stubble on it. Afterwards, get dressed in a tux and we'll head out."

I knew Sofia wouldn't take no for an answer, not with her plans in motion. "Fine," I mumbled. Maybe she was right; I do need a some fresh air to think all that's been happening, through.

"Good," she said, patting my arm. "Now go on."

I nodded, and walked upstairs. Under the refreshing feel of water on my skin, I cleared my thoughts a bit. After shaving, I dressed in a comfortable white shirt and dark pants, skipping the tux Sofia suggested.

As I made my way downstairs, I checked my watch–almost 6 pm. Early dinner didn't seem like a bad idea.

Sofia's eyes lit up when she saw me. "Look how handsome you are!" she squealed, standing up.

"Thank you," I replied, feeling flattered.

"No wonder Arielle wants you all to herself," she added, her voice taking on a condescending tone. "Such a selfish woman."

My smile faltered, and I locked gaze with her. "Can we please not talk about her?"

Sofia raised her hands in mock surrender. "As you wish. The evening is about you and me alone anyway, so I agree, there's no point involving her."

I remained silent, and we walked outside together. As I reached for the Bentley's door handle, Sofia stopped me. "Not that one," she said.

"Let's take that one instead," she said, pointing to the orange Ferrari sports car parked in the garage.

I raised an eyebrow. "You want to take the Ferrari?"

Sofia nodded, a mischievous glow in her eye. "Why not? It's been accumulating dust. It's time to take her out for a change."

"Alright, then," I said, taking out the key fob that contained the key of every car parked in the garage. Few minutes later, we hit the road.

"Where are we going?" I turned to Sofia, realizing she had not given me the direction of the restaurant.

"The restaurant Arielle works in," she said.