(ARIELLE'S POV)At the close of work, Jared was already waiting outside the restaurant to drive me home.“Your Mr. perfect is here,” Rebecca announced, her head peeking through my office door.“Go away, Rebecca,” I replied smiling. “Alright, alright,” Rebecca giggled and left.I hurriedly parked up as I would rather not keep Jared waiting. Walking outside, I met him leaning on his car, waiting for me.“And how was work today, Mrs. Smith?” He asked, the moment I got to him.“Hectic as usual.”“You wouldn't stop if I asked you to, right?” He teased, taking my handbag.“Not in this world,” I responded. My job was my life, and I couldn't imagine life without my profession.“Here, let me help you get in,” he said, outstretching his other hand. I took it, and got into the set beside the drivers.Jared got in beside me, strapping his seat belt in place. I expected him to start the car, but he turned to me instead, a serious expression on his face. “I know I have not been much of a good hus
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