Semua Bab MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE: Bab 391 - Bab 400

(ARIELLE’S POV.) I froze in shock at the sound of the gunshot and for moments afterwards, the sound rang in my head, blocking off every other sound. Denzel’s eyes were filled with dark hatred even as he fell into the ocean. And I could imagine that they’d haunt me for a very long time. I tried to

(DWAYNE’S POV) I sat in my car for moments after I arrived at Arielle’s house. I started out through the car window quietly, looking at the short flight of steps leading to the entrance door while I thought about the chain of events that had led up to the present. She tried to put up a strong front

(ARIELLE’S POV) Time rolled by in a blur, with the days turning into weeks and the weeks into a month. I tried to get over the last incident at my doorstep, to cope with the new normal I’d come to accept as my life. I eventually had to give in to Jared and Dwayne’s plea to cooperate some more with

(ARIELLE’S POV)Time rolled by in a blur, with the days turning into weeks and the weeks into a month. I tried to get over the last incident at my doorstep, to cope with the new normal I’d come to accept as my life. I eventually had to give in to Jared and Dwayne’s plea to cooperate some more with the doctors. So my life became ridden with endless trips to the doctors’, tests almost every other day and more medicines to manage the effects of the toxin in my body.The cough disappeared completely and I could manage speaking for longer periods without the fear of sounding like an old frog on her dying bed. But there was nothing that could be done to remedy the numbness of my taste buds and inability to smell.I let out a sigh and tried to blink my thoughts away. But they clung to me like sweat on a hot summer afternoon. My mind traveled back a few days. I’d been shut off from the rest of the world for almost two weeks. Visitors were the least of my priority. I didn’t entertain them. Because

(Jared's POV) I stepped out of my car and into the familiar driveway. I paused, looking up at Arielle's house, a sense of trepidation gripping my chest. It was ironic how visiting here used to give me flutters in my chest, but now it gives me dread. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, not my company, not the countless business deals, just Arielle. And whenever I visited, I wished it was under a different circumstance and things were different. As I approached the front door, it swung open, revealing Mrs Meyers. Her eyes, once bright and vibrant, now looked sunken. Poor woman. The weight of her daughter's struggles had taken a toll on her, and my heart went out to her. “Jared,” she called, her voice barely a whisper as she stepped aside to let me in. “Hi, Mrs Meyers. How are you doing?’ I asked, trying to sound cheerful despite how gloomy I was. She waved her hand dismissively, a faint smile on her lips. “I'm fine, Jared. Don't worry about me. She's upstairs,” she said pointing a