Accidental Marriage With Mr Billioniare
Chapter 168: THEIR RELATIONSHIP

Chapter 168: THEIR RELATIONSHIP

As Miles halted the car in front of the fancy restaurant, Maren’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Why are we here?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity, as she looked around, it was one of her favorite restaurants.

She always wanted him to bring her here seeing that he brought her made her excited but she couldn’t help but wonder why he did.

Miles smiled, flipping his fingers on her head gently making her groan.

"Aww, that’s hurt." She grumbled.

"You have been wasting time away, and refusing to have good food. It is not good for your health. See you lost so much weight with just a few days that I left." She grumbled in an irritation to be staring at her.

"But... it’s good, I am a fashion designer, I also train models so this..." he placed his finger on her lip shaking his head.

"Tonight, I am going to make sure you’re filled up before we head home," he told her.

"Wait here," he stated in a warning tone as he opened his door going to her side.

Maren’s cheeks flushed as he opened the door, he then helped her out, "Grasp my hands," he mumbled and she did immediately, still flushing at this.

As they walked into the restaurant, a lady appeared before them, her eyes sparkling with recognition. "Welcome, Mr. Adam and Miss Maren, it’s an honor to have you here."

Maren smiled at this, "Common, I am becoming a regular here you shouldn’t be that formal with me." Maren let out.

Just then murmurs erupted and Maren’s eyes scanned the room, noticing the curious glances from the other diners.

She felt like she was on display, she knew one thing Miles hated was these eyes on him and she was pretty sure rumor might go around seeing them both.

She enjoyed it but not the one she lives in. "Miles.." she grumbled trying to pull her hands but Miles’ reassuring presence beside her calmed her nerves.

"A table has been reserved for Adam, take us there." the lady nodded at this, "Of course, follow me," she answered, leading them to a private room.

Maren does come here a little but she can hardly get the private room, since it was made specially for the VVIP, Adam, and Logan.

"You can go in sir and ma.." the lady leg out and Miles helped Maren inside.

As they entered the private room, Maren noticed that the lights were dimmed, and the only illumination came from the soft glow of candles placed around the room.

The tables were adorned with elegant flower arrangements, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of roses. She was still lost looking around wondering if they had entered the wrong room.

Suddenly, the lights flickered and went out, plunging the room into darkness. Maren’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the soft crackle of candles being lit.

"What’s going on?" Maren asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw that the walls of the room were lined with a series of small, intricately designed mirrors.

The mirrors began to glow softly, and Maren realized that they were small screens.

The screens flickered to life, and a message began to appear, word by word, in an elegant script that immediately picked her interest.

"Maren... from the moment... I met you... I knew you... were special..."

Maren’s eyes widened in surprise. She felt a lump form in her throat as she continued reading the words, her heart swelling with emotion.

"But my stupidity and pride almost cost me the chance to be with you. I was blinded by my ego, and I didn’t realize the importance of you in my life until I almost lost you." a small smile graced her face instantly.

"That night, when I thought I would lose you and our baby, I broke. I realized too late that I had taken you for granted, and I am willing to do anything to make it right."

"Can you ever forgive me for my transgressions? Can you give me another chance to prove my love and devotion to you?"

Maren’s eyes welled up with tears as she read the message, her heart swelling with emotion. She felt seen, heard, and understood.

Miles then stepped forward, his eyes locked on hers, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Maren, I know I don’t deserve it, but I am asking for your forgiveness." he grasped her hands.

"I want to start anew, to prove to you that I am committed to our relationship and you."

"Will you give me another chance? Will you be my girlfriend, and start this journey with me again?"

Maren’s heart skipped a beat as she looked into Miles’ eyes, seeing the sincerity and love shining back at her.

She was so out of the moon that she could hardly control herself. She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, Miles. I forgive you. And yes, I’ll be your girlfriend. Let’s start again, together."

"I might be stupid," Maren proceeded, her eyes shining with tears, "But I have loved you ever since I set my eyes on you. I have been waiting for this moment for years."

As Maren spoke, her voice trembling with emotion, Miles felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He couldn’t believe he had hurt her so deeply, and yet, she still wanted him.

Miles’ heart swelled as he pulled Maren closer, embracing her tightly.

"I won’t dare hurt your heart again," he muttered, his voice filled with conviction.

"You are going to be my woman for life, I am never letting go of your hands," he whispered and Maren kept grinding from ear to ear.

"Thank you so much, for not caring about my stupidness," he let out.

Finally, they pulled back, and Miles smiled, "Let’s celebrate," he said, leading Maren to the table.

Just then the waitress with some men arrived, and they began to arrange their meals on the table.

But Maren is left in shock as she stares at the table in awe "How did you know all of my favorite meals?" she asked as her eyes stared in awe.

Miles chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I may have been stupid, but I wasn’t oblivious. I do pay attention to your orders every time we hang out, even when it is through my sister. I guess you could say I have been taking notes without even realizing it."

Maren laughed, her eyes shining with delight. "I am impressed," she said about serving her meals. Miles grabbed her hands.

"I am your man now, I should be the one doing that," Maren smirked, "You do know I can get so spoiled right." Miles nodded his head.

"Yeah, and I am ready to spoil you to the core," he approved as she smirked excitedly, her whole cheek red from blush.

As they enjoyed their dinner, a musical group arrived, singing softly in the background. They help them play some of her favorite songs.

After the meal, Miles and Maren sipped their wine lost in their little world enjoying the beautiful song.

But their peaceful evening was disrupted when Miles’ phone buzzed. "Sorry," he mumbled, he was expecting any message then he checked the message, his expression turning serious.

Maren noticed the change in his expression and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Miles hesitated before answering, "It’s my dad. He’s asking if the news is true?"

"What news?" she asked and just then her phone buzzed also. She pulled out her phone and checked the messages from her assistant.

"Ma’am... the internet is on fire, are you now in a relationship with Miles Adam?" She was expecting this but didn’t know it would be this fast.

"Why? What happened?" she asked, still feigning ignorance.

"Ma’am, the news has spread like wildfire, and your current restaurant erupted into chaos." her eyes winded at this, Miles hated scandal he didn’t like the press, what had she done m?

Just then Miles stood up abruptly startling her, his eyes locked on Maren’s. "We need to leave," he said, his voice firm.

Maren nodded, trying to hide her sad feelings. "Well, we can just go separately so as not to.." but her words were cut off when he pulled her from the chair gently. Miles could see the sadness in her eyes and apologized.

"I am sorry, just didn’t want things to escalate more than this."

As they walked out of the restaurant, they were met with a sea of reporters and camera flashes.

"Mr Adam! Is it true that you are now in a relationship with Miss Maren?"

"Why have you come for a dinner date?" Just then guards rushed out trying to help them stop the reporters. Big Miles stopped the guards and stepped forward.

"I have something to say," he announced, his voice loud and clear as his hands wrapped around Marren’s wrist.

"This is my girlfriend, Maren. And soon, she will be my wife. If anyone has a problem with that, they can contact me privately."