Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 77

(ARIELLE'S POV)

It's been days, and my mood has improved greatly. I was finally adapting to the reality that I was indeed pregnant, and it was the best feeling I have had in a while. I visited the hospital for more tests and pregnancy supplements and resumed my antenatal sessions.

Although my decision to leave had not changed, it was pending as I had not been able to have the conversation again with Ashley. Ashley always shied away when I tried to bring it up, but I understood. I would do the same if the tables were turned.

But I knew we had to have the conversation definitely. I decided it had to be at dinner tonight, we were done putting it off. I took my time preparing lunch before Ashley returned from work, making sure everything was perfect.

I was setting the table when she walked in and dropped her bag on the couch. "Wow, something smells nice!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, I made your favorite," I replied, smiling.

"Hmmm," she said, giving me a mock suspicious look. "What's the occasion? It's not my birthday, is it?"

"No, it's not. Can't I give you a treat?" I asked.

"Of course, you can."

“All right, come sit, and I'll serve your food."

She hurried over to the chair, giggling. "How did you know I was starving? I couldn't go for lunch because I had a lot to do. Thank you, Arielle."

"You're welcome."

I dished out her food and set it in front of her, slightly nervous about how to start the conversation. I dished mine, and we started eating.

"Umm, this is nice," she complimented. "I don't expect less, you're a chef anyway."

"Thank you," I forced a smile.

We ate for a while, and when we had eaten enough to satiate hunger, I cleared my throat. "Can we talk?"

Ashley paused and put her cutlery aside. "I knew it. You're trying to buy me with food."

"Oh, no, no," I gasped in horror. "I just wanted the atmosphere to be receptive when we talk. Ashley, please, we need to talk. We can't keep putting this conversation off."

"Alright, let's talk."

"I know you're not happy about it, but I need to leave. I need to get out of here. Start fresh, you know?"

"I know, and I'm sorry I've been acting inconsiderate all this while. It's just that," she paused and sighed. I knew it was as difficult for her as it was for me, too.

"You don't even know where you intend to move to," she continued. "Do you know how scared I get just by the thought of you being in a new city or country all by yourself?"