Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 57

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"Dwayne, right?" I asked the young man, to be sure I was not mistaken.

There was a look of amusement and surprise in his eyes as he nodded. "Yes, Dwayne. I'm flattered you recognize me, and still recall my name. It's only bad I didn't get to know yours before your friend arrived and whisked you away the last time."

I laughed, that was Ashley he was talking about. Incase you're wondering who Dwayne is; I met him in the garden of the hospital I was rushed to when Sofia pushed me down the stairs.

"So what's your name? I better get it now, before your friend arrives," he said, playfully stealing glances around.

I laughed, he is so dramatic. "My name is Arielle."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady. It's a pleasure meeting you again, Arielle."

"Yeah, same," I said, accepting the hand he offered. The handshake prolonged, and I skillfully withdrew my hand.

"So tell me, what brings you here?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Just a few things," he replied, holding up a bag of coffee beans. "I'm a coffee aficionado. I can't start my day without it."

I chuckled. "I'm more of a tea person myself."

"Aren't most women?"

"Really? Are you saying our preferences are influenced by our gender?"

"Of course not, it's just that, more women love tea than coffee."

"I see–"

Ashley's voice suddenly broke the spell, calling out from across the aisle. "Arielle, got what you want?" She appeared almost immediately, and an "oh," escaped her lips.

I nodded, tearing my gaze away from Dwayne's. "Yeah, I'm just getting this," I said, pointing to the sanitary pads, somewhat embarrassed.

But Ashley was not looking at me now, her eyes were trained on Dwayne. "I think I've seen you before....oh, wait, you're the guy Arielle was talking to at the hospital garden months back."

Dwayne chuckled. "That's right, and I must say, you and your friend have got quite the memory.

"Thank you, it's good–"

"What's going on?" Mum asked, appearing too. "How come you girls left me alone?"

"Oh, mummy, I ran into an old friend and we were just conversing," I said.

"I see," she said, looking Dwayne up, her face neutral.

"Hi, ma," Dwayne greeted.

Mum gave him a curt nod, and faced me. She's been weary of men since her issue with my Dad. I wouldn't blame her, she still have not gotten over the heartbreak.