Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

He doesn't mind being a Daddy to her son.

(Arielle's POV)

I was genuinely touched by his kind words, and tears welled up in my eyes in gratitude. Before I could stop myself, I was up on my feet, hugging him." "Dwayne," I whispered, my voice trembling.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. "You don't have to thank me. These are what friends do for each other."

I returned to my seat after we disengaged from the hug.

"What are your plans now? How do you go about your return to the country?"

I took a deep breath, thinking about the logistics. "I'll call my mum and Ashley to inform them. It's been years, so I'll definitely need their help in settling down." "Alright, just let me know where I come in," Dwayne said, his voice gentle. "I'll make sure to be available to help in any way I can."

"Thank you so much."

He nodded and beckoned the waiter to come take our order. And the evening went blissfully afterward.

As we finished our meal, he glanced at his watch. "Ready to go home, I'll drive you?"

"Yes, I'm ready," I replied.

As we walked to the car, he suddenly stopped, and turned to me.

"Before we leave, I have to get something for the little champ," he said, a sly grin spreading on his face. "I haven't seen him in a week."

I nodded, and he walked off.

my heart swelled in gratitude and admiration. I loved the way he always had my son in mind, and prioritized him.

you home," he said, opening the car

the

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and the location as soon as I get them from

much. What would I have done without

Ashley said, her voice warm. "We're with you in this, all the way. And we won't hesitate to help as much as

a chuckle. "Even though you've said that

I laughed.

run. Kiss

I said, and the

was helping me

for a house. I intended to buy one. If I was returning, I wanted to return to a house

restaurant.

and feel like, finally setting up a restaurant of my

the doorbell

of my fantasy. I glanced at the clock and got to my feet; it was Dwayne, had invited him for dinner, but he was a few minutes early which was very

QUMS

the door, and pulled it open. He was standing behind it, a bottle of

"Hey."

to let

about that," he says, handing me the wine. "I couldn't wait to see you and the little

on cue, Maverick ran out

can straight into his outstretched arms. I smiled as