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

Taking the leap

(ARIELLE'S POV)

In the following days, things kept falling into place. My new life was taking a new shape soon, and I couldn't be more excited. The house, the restaurant, everything was coming together for food. Just as Maverick and I were building towers with his blocks, my phone buzzed.

"Girl! Guess what?" Ashley's voice screamed through the speaker.

I laughed. "What now?"

"Guess!" she insisted.

"Did you get a promotion?" I teased.

"I wish! No, it's bigger. You'll love this," she giggled. "Your house is ready!"

"Oh my God! Are you serious?" I squealed.

She went on about the newly installed chandeliers, plush furniture, and the kitchen she knew I'd die for. As much as I wanted to joke about her theatrics, her excitement mirrored my own.

"You'll love it. Trust me," she assured. But her tone suddenly shifted. "But hey, I really think it's a good time for you to come back. You know there's something else..."

""What is it?"

"I heard some weird stuff going on in Italy. Mafia stuff," she whispered, lowering her voice like someone could overhear us.

I rolled my eyes, amused. "Ashley, come on. We've been over this-no one's after me."

just died. And get this-he showed me pictures of the guy's stash. Wine, jewelry, gold, like something out of a movie." I laughed. "Ashley, I'm pretty sure I'm not on the mob's radar. And wait...are we talking about Keith? The

mock me all you want. Just don't say I didn't

I could respond, a knock on the door interrupted us. "I have

Talk soon!" she

to the door, his voice high-pitched

cold air. His usual warm smile was in place. However, there was something different today, like something...heavier in his eyes. I suddenly noticed his face was abnormally

down to his level. "Hey, remember that drawing you made for Uncle Dwayne? Why don't you go grab it

face brightened as he let go of Dwayne. "Oh, yeah! I'll go get

he disappeared, I straightened up and turned to Dwayne, my

"Ok. What happened?"

closer. He extended his hand and forearm toward me, both wrapped in a makeshift bandage. "Just a little accident," he said, his tone casual, but his eyes lingered on mine

reaching for his hand. "Seriously? How could you hurt yourself

when it comes to

simmering beneath the playful words.

ver

hard, pushing down

flare of irritation.

his wrist and pulling him toward the kitchen. Tried not to care about his

grabbed the first aid kit,

his body. I glanced over my shoulder.

careful Dwayne." I

scold me."

Arielle, don't try to

on cleaning his cut, but my hands