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."

pictures of the guy's stash. Wine, jewelry, gold, like something out of a

you want. Just don't say I

I could respond, a knock on the door interrupted us. "I have to go. I think Dwayne's here.

huh? Talk soon!" she teased before I

raced to the door, his voice high-pitched with excitement.

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

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

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

up and turned to Dwayne, my tone

"Ok. What happened?"

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 myself handling a

"Seriously? How could you hurt yourself

when it comes

there was something simmering beneath the playful words. His gaze locked on mine,

ver

hard, pushing down

flare of irritation.

him toward the kitchen. Tried not to care about his

grabbed the first aid

that I could feel the temperature of his body. I glanced

careful Dwayne." I signed. "This

me." His lips quirked into a slow, lazy

don't try to reason

focus on cleaning his cut, but my hands trembled slightly. "Hold