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."

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

want. Just don't say

us. "I have to go. I think

Dwayne, huh? Talk soon!" she teased before

his voice high-pitched with

in place. However, there was something different today, like something...heavier in his eyes.

smiled and crouched down to his level. "Hey, remember that drawing you made for Uncle Dwayne? Why don't you go grab it and bring it to him? I'm sure he'd love to see

go of Dwayne. "Oh, yeah! I'll go get it!" he exclaimed, running off to his

as he disappeared, I straightened up and turned

"Ok. What happened?"

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 as if testing my

instinctively reaching for his hand. "Seriously? How could you hurt yourself like this, working in

it comes to you."

was low, teasing, but there was something simmering beneath the playful

ver

pushing down

flare of irritation.

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

the first

of his body. I

to be more careful Dwayne." I signed.

you scold me." His lips quirked into

Arielle, don't try to reason

cleaning his cut, but