All Chapters of MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

(ARIELLE'S POV)The moment I stepped into the grand hall, my breath hitched. A rich red carpet stretched before me, leading up to an elegant podium at the far end. Balloons and streamers cascaded from the high ceilings, shimmering under the glow of an opulent chandelier. The entire space exuded warmth and celebration, but it was the massive poster at the center of the wall that made my heart stop.A picture of me—smiling, radiant—stood tall with bold, glossy silver letters that read: "Happy Birthday, Culinary Queen."I froze, overwhelmed. My hand shot up to my mouth as I muttered, "Oh my God," over and over again. On either side of the carpet, my loved ones stood, their faces glowing with warmth. My mother. The Harrisons. Maverick. Meredith. Stephen. Rebecca. Dwayne. Almost everyone who had shaped my life in some way. Their smiles held the kind of affection I had once feared I would never have again.A small, warm hand slid into mine, and I looked down to find Maverick, dapper in his

(ARIELLE'S POV)Dwayne remained silent beside me, his presence a steady warmth against the cool night air. I glanced between him and Jared, then let out a slow sigh. "Anyway, Dwayne, I really hope you'll think about what I said. It’s important—"He shrugged with an exaggerated air of indifference. "Have some mercy, my queen. I’ve been running around all day making sure everything was perfect for you—unlike someone else." His gaze flickered briefly to Jared before he let out a dramatic groan. "Ouch, my head hurts. Too much work, not enough thanks. I’m leaving first."I watched as he turned, a lazy smirk still tugging at his lips, but even as he walked away, there was a strange mix of amusement and gratitude swelling in my chest.Now, it was just Jared and me on the deck.I let out a quiet breath. It was funny how much had happened on this ship in just a few days—it felt surreal, almost overwhelming. I shook off the haze of memories and met Jared’s gaze."Where have you been all day?"H

(ARIELLE'S POV)Every muscle in my body ached, my throat felt like sandpaper, and my head was pounding so hard that even opening my eyes took effort. Heat clung to my skin, yet I shivered as I pulled the blanket tighter around me. I tried to sit up, but the moment I moved, dizziness knocked me back down. Great. Just great. I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to recall what the hell I did to deserve this level of misery. Yesterday had been fine—well, as fine as it could be after three days trapped on a cruise with friends who conspired to celebrate my birthday without warning. Maybe exhaustion had finally caught up with me. Maybe the late-night sea breeze had done me in. Either way, I was completely useless right now. Outside, I could hear faint laughter—Maverick’s voice, cheerful and bright. That meant Dwayne was here, taking him for their morning walk with dogs. I should get up. I should at least tell them— A sharp knock at my bedroom door cut through my thoughts. "Mornin

(JARED’S POV) I lowered my head in remorse, and when I stole a glance at Dwayne, he had the same sober look on. Fair enough, I wasn't the only one facing the brunt of Mrs Meyer's chastisement. I tried to say something, to apologize for our juvenile display at least, but Dwayne beat me to it. "Umm...we will go get some fresh air," he said, his voice collected. "We will give you and Arielle some space." My brows knitted in a frown, as I felt the urge to snap and demand why he'd decide for us both. But I got in touch with my emotions real quick, taking an inward breath as I realized he was right. We're both grown men, and this wasn't the time for us to be at each other's throats. Not when Arielle was ill. We owe her that respect and decorum. So I nodded at Mrs Meyers in agreement. "Yeah, well step out now." She rolled her eyes, eyeing us both. "You had better." We took that as a cue and simultaneously turned for the door, but we bumped into each other as we went. I shot Dwayne a dir

(JARED'S POV)"Are you in that much hurry to get rid of us?" I asked Maverick, raising a brow as I tried to stifle a grin. He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with more mischief. "Maybe. My mommy needs rest and she doesn't need two bodyguards watching over her."Dwayne and I exchanged puzzled looks. What was this kid saying? We were trying to protect his mother, not guard her like prisoners. As if on cue, Mrs Meyers, who was almost dozing off on her seat, stirred and opened her eyes. She tiredly stretched her arms, and then her eyes landed on us."It's time for you two to leave," she announced, her voice gentle but firm. "You should go home, freshen up, and have a change of clothes and proper meals. I appreciate you both coming, but I just have to insist that you leave."Dwayne and I protested in unison. "We're fine–" but she held up a hand, cutting us off."I mean it, you two. You can't stay here all night. Besides, I'm sure you both have work to attend to tomorrow." She glanced at t