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."

boss 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 one you called an annoying

huffed. "Fine, mock me all you want. Just

interrupted us. "I

huh? Talk soon!" she

raced to the door, his voice high-pitched

of 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

drawing you made for Uncle Dwayne? Why don't you go grab it and bring it to him? I'm sure he'd

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

disappeared, I straightened up and turned to

"Ok. What happened?"

extended his hand and forearm toward me, both wrapped in a makeshift bandage. "Just a little accident," he said, his

his hand. "Seriously? How could you hurt yourself like this,

it comes

was something simmering beneath the playful words. His gaze locked

ver

pushing down

flare of irritation.

pulling him toward

grabbed the first aid kit,

enough that I could feel the temperature of his

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

I like it when you scold me." His lips quirked into a slow, lazy

don't try to reason with the

cut, but my