Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 54

(JARED'S POV)

Sofia's eyes flashed with anger. "What did you say?" She asked, her voice threatening.

Rebecca forced a smile, but remained silent.

"I thought as much," Sofia hissed, her tone filled with disdain. "I'd like to place my order now."

"Of course, ma'am," Rebecca said and handed her the menu.

Sofia scanned the menu for minutes, before making a choice. "I'll have the lobster thermidor, filet mignon, waffles with syrup, pasta and meatballs, seared scallops, roasted steak, and the most expensive wine you have–the Chateau margaux 1787.

I chuckled, not missing a beat. “All that? You’re going big, aren’t you, Sofia?”

She gave me a tight smile. “You’re a billionaire, Jared. It’s embarrassing to question something as basic as food.”

I bit back a sigh, my tone light. “Not questioning, just making sure you’re not ordering half the kitchen out of boredom.” I caught Rebecca’s eye and added, “She has a big appetite; it’s best to bring smaller portions.”

Sofia huffed but didn’t argue, too wrapped up in the show of it all. I flashed the waitress an apologetic look as they left, hoping they’d bring a reasonable amount. It wouldn’t hurt for her to enjoy herself—but waste wasn’t exactly my idea of luxury.

Sofia handed the menu back to Rebecca. "We'll have that. Go on and bring our order."

"Umm...Sir, aren't you making an order?" the waitress asked.

Before I could respond, Sofia beat me to it. "Are you dumb or blind? Didn't you see that I made the order for the both of us?"

"I'm sorry, ma,"

"Get out and go get what I ordered."

Glancing around, other diners cast curious looks.

I narrowed my eyes, “Mind your word Sofia.”

As the two women walked away, Sofia turned to me, flashing a smile like nothing was wrong. "I think we should take pictures."

Without waiting for my response, she took out her phone and began snapping selfies of us. She leaned close to me, threw an arm around my shoulder, and planted a wet kiss on my cheek while taking more pictures.

I felt uncomfortable with the public display of affection, but couldn't say anything as we were in public.

Sofia giggled, as she viewed the photos. "You look so handsome, Jared. I'll post these online later."

I frowned, my mind contemplating the implications if those pictures getting out.

What Arielle or anyone who knew we were married would think if they saw these photos?

The possibility of that somehow got me worried, and I tried to talk Sofia out of it. "Sofia, you shouldn't -"

But she silenced me with another photo, her smiles dazzling. "Just relax, Jared. Loosen up, you're too uptight."

A few minutes later, our order, or Sofia's order, rather, arrived. The food was great, but my appetite was dampened by her earlier display. As we ate, she resumed picture–taking, snapping photos of the meals, and then of us together.

I forced a smile, trying to play along. She posted some of the photos online, and I could already imagine the rumors spreading.

Hours later, we were done, and as predicted, we couldn't finish the food. There was enough left to feed three more stomachs, but I didn't point it out. That would only lead to an argument with Sofia. After all, if she was happy, it was a successful evening.