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,

you home," he said, opening the car door for

the seat,

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I'll send the samples and the location as soon as I get them

would I have done

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

she replied with a chuckle. "Even

I laughed.

have to run. Kiss the little one for

I said,

helping

was returning, I wanted to return to a house of my

restaurant.

I imagined what it would look and feel like, finally setting up a restaurant

the doorbell

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 likely of

QUMS

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

"Hey."

I replied, stepping aside to

handing me the wine. "I couldn't wait to see you and the little

Maverick ran out of

the sound of Dwayne',s voice, and can straight into his outstretched arms. I smiled as