The Tycoon’s Remorse Pursuing His Unforgettable Bride

A not–so perfect marriage

A not–so perfect marriage.

(ARIELLE’S POV)

I felt Jared’s body tense beside me, his arms freezing in place. I knew I had said. something I couldn’t take back. The question was, how would he respond?

“Oh, I think I might have used your shampoo accidentally,” Jared spoke up after a while, trying to sound nonchalant.

I felt a raw searing pain in my chest. It was always painful whenever Jared lied to me, and it hurt even more because I knew he was lying to me.

The fragrance of the shampoo was vanilla, and I didn’t use vanilla shampoo. I used lavender. That fragrance was from no other person but Sofia. He probably got it when she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Is anything the matter, Arielle?” Jared asked.

“No. Goodnight,” I replied in a dismissive tone, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Jared leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. “Goodnight.”

The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of a movement. It was from Jared, he had just stepped out of the bathroom. He smiled at me. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I responded, then I furrowed my brows. “Where are you going, this early?”

Jared laughed. “Early? It’s past seven. I guess you don’t intend to go to work because if you do, you should get off the bed, or you’ll be late.”

“Shit! I totally forgot,” I exclaimed and shot out of bed. I had forgotten I was supposed to return to work today. The restaurant management had given me a sick leave after Jared informed them of my hospitalization, and my leave was ending.

today.

I sprinted to the bathroom and had a quick bath. By the time I was done, Jared was almost finished dressing. Most men would be done dressing with the time I spent in the bathroom, but not Jared. He was always meticulous with his looks, and that was why he made heads turn whenever he stepped into a room.

I hurriedly got dressed in a blouse and skirt, packed my hair neatly in a bun, slipped my legs into my flats, and grabbed my handbag. A quick spray of my perfume, and I

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was done. There was no need for makeup, I was running late.

“Are you ready?” Jared asked, picking up his briefcase.

“After you,” I responded, and we walked out the room together.

We walked down the stairs, and just as we reached the bottom, Sofia appeared with a smile on her face. The smile quickly disappeared when she saw I and Jared.

“Good morning, Arielle. Good morning, Jared.” she chimed, but I knew she was merely greeting me was for formality’s sake. Her eyes were fixed on Jared.

“Morning,” Jared replied, and I mumbled my response too.

“Are you leaving already?” Sofia asked, taking in his appearance. There was a hint of admiration in her eyes, and I wanted to slap it off.

“Yes, I’m running late,” Jared said, glancing at his watch.

Sofia’s face fell, and she pouted. “I made breakfast for you, and I was hoping you’d eat before leaving.”

I snapped my head sharply to look at her, my eyes narrowing. She made breakfast for Jared? Was I non–existent? Why only Jared, if she was keen on showing off her culinary skill?

“I’m sorry, Sofia, but I have to go,” Jared reiterated. “Besides, I have to drop Arielle at the restaurant, and she’s running late too.

Sofia sneered. “Didn’t you say you were running late? Why do you have to drop her first before you go to work?”

“It’s my responsibility to drive her to work, and I’m not complaining.”

I saw anger flashing in Sofia’s eyes, while I watched the exchange in amusement. On the contrary, I think Arielle is selfish. Letting you drive her to work even when you’re running late, and also coming to pick her up after work every day. She’s stressing you out, and she should stop and learn to drive herself.”

I lost my cool at this point, and snapped. “Oh, shut up, Sofia! You’re a stranger here, and should have no say in how we run our home.”

“That’s right, Sofia,” Jared concurred, his voice lacking the usual tenderness it

carried whenever he spoke to her. And was it just me? I think Jared was avoiding eye contact with her.

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Sofia’s face went pale, like she didn’t expect Jared to take sides with me.

1 tugged at Jared’s arm. “We’re late, we should leave.”

Jared nodded. “Have a nice day, Sofia. I’ll call you at noon to check how you’re doing.”

With that, he walked on, and I followed suit. I looked back for a fleeting moment to see Sofia rooted to the spot, her expression that of anger and shock.

I stifled a laugh and turned back around, walking alongside Jared as we made our way outside. We got to the parking lot, and he opened the car door for me and I slid in. He closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, getting in behind the wheel.

“Ready?” he asked, starting the engine.

I nodded, and he drove out of the compound, soon speeding down the highway.

I couldn’t help but stare at Jared as he drove, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He was becoming increasingly unpredictable, and I couldn’t understand why.

One minute, he was doting on Sofia, sneaking around with her, and doing her bidding; the next, he was back to his old self being sweet to me. I wished he would just be his old usual self, without the sudden changes.

As we approached the restaurant, Jared pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car’s engine. He alighted and opened the door for me, offering his hand to help me

out.

“Have a nice day at work today,” he said, pecking me on the cheek. “I’ll come pick you up at your closing time.”

“Thank you, Jared,” I replied, smiling. “Have a nice day, too.”

He smiled back, and we bid each other goodbye. I turned and made for the restaurant entrance, afterward.

At the entrance, I met my junior chef, Rebecca. A huge smile broke out on her face the instant she saw me, and she hurried towards me.

“Oh my goodness, Ma, it’s so great to see you!” She exclaimed, spreading her arms for a hug.

I smiled and hugged her back. “It’s great to see you too, Rebecca. I’ve missed you.”

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“I’m so sorry I didn’t get to visit you in the hospital,” Rebecca said, looking apologetic. “The workload was crazy while you were away, but I’m glad you’re back now.”

“Don’t worry about it, I completely understand,” I replied. “I got your get–well card, thank you so much for that.”

With the pleasantries exchanged, a mischievous glint appeared in Rebecca’s eyes. “I saw your husband drop you off,” she said, winking. “You’re so lucky to have a good and caring man like that. He’s always so attentive and sweet to you.”

I blushed and tried to brush it off. “It’s too early for gossip, let’s inside.”

go

Rebecca agreed, but as we walked into the restaurant, she wouldn’t stop rambling about how I had married one of the few best men in the world. “I mean, seriously, ma, your husband is wonderful. He’s always dropping you off and picking you up, and he looks so handsome while doing it.”

Haughed and tried to change the subject, but Rebecca was persistent. “I swear, you two are couple goals. I hope my future husband is half as good as yours.”

I smiled and shook my head. If only she knew my marriage wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.