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."

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 one you called an

want. Just

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

Talk soon!" she

his voice

a gust of cold air. His usual warm smile was in place. However, there was something different today, like something...heavier in his eyes. I suddenly

you made for Uncle Dwayne? Why don't you go grab it and bring it

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

up and turned

"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 as if testing my reaction. "Cut

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

comes to

low, teasing, but there was something simmering beneath the playful words. His gaze

ver

hard, pushing down

flare of irritation.

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

grabbed the first aid

enough that I could feel the temperature of his body. I glanced over my shoulder. His eyes

be more careful Dwayne." I signed. "This isn't

when you scold me." His lips quirked into a

don't try to reason with

on cleaning his cut,