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

The Queen's return

(Arielle's POV)

The day of our return had finally arrived. I stood in my room, taking one last look around. I had gotten ready earlier, packing all my belongings and Maverick's, into the suitcases Dwayne had gotten us. "Are you ready?" He called out, standing at the doorway.

"Yes, I think so," I replied, taking a deep breath.

"Alright, I'll get the suitcases," he said, already lifting one off the ground. "Maverick's in the car."

"Let me help you with one of those," I offered.

"No, you go ahead," He said, but I ignored him and carried one of the suitcases.

"You don't give up, do you?"

"No, I don't. Not when I learn from you."

We carried the suitcases to the car and Dwayne placed them in his car's trunk. He was driving us to the airport despite my protest.

We got into the car, with Dwayne getting behind the wheel. "Hey, are you okay, buddy?" He asked, turning to Maverick who was in the backseat. Maverick shook his head, his eyes misty. "I'll miss nanny Jessica."

"I know, champ. But you will get to face Time her always like she promised. Now cheer up, you're about to embark on a memorable journey."

That seemed to lift Maverick's spirits, and he began peppering Dwayne with questions about New York. Dwayne answered every one, his voice warm and reassuring, which only made it harder for me to ignore the knot tightening in my stomach. I couldn't shake the feeling that I might never see him again, despite his insistence that he would visit often.

At the airport, Dwayne helped us navigate the check-in security and other procedures.

"Take care of yourself, okay?" He said as we reached the gate.

"I will. Thanks for everything," I replied.

But as we shared a hug and made to leave, Maverick clung to Dwayne's leg.

"Please, come with us."

little one. I have to work so I can get you lots of gifts. But I promise to

Maverick nodded. "Promise

won't, camp. I promise," Dwayne said, ruffling

again,

miss you," he

miss you too," Dwayne

was such an emotional emotion, that I barely held back my tears. I hugged Dwayne again, this more tightly. "Thank you for always being there for us," I

a kiss on

the plane. We got to our seats beside the

Maverick's tablet and put on his favorite cartoon so I could have some moment of solitude to myself. As the plane

again? Dwayne's words

I smiled

his attention to his tablet. I, on the other hand, looked out the

We were coming home.

*******

hours later, we arrived at John F. Kennedy Airport in New York. The long trip had already taken its toll,

to the arrival lounge, with the Porter carrying out luggage behind us, expertly navigating the

froze, as if an invisible force held me in place. I blinked, willing my

looked only a little haggard, though that couldn't hide his elite and

of memories

in empty hallways, whispered promises under starlit skies, and the pain

as I stood there, felt a I surprising lightness in my

direction. Time slowed as our eyes met

moment. My heart

unfamiliar calm. I

to me anymore," I whispered, the words flowing freely, each one a small release of the past. I took a deep

memories

fade as I resumed

around me blurred, and with each

entered the arrival hall, I spotted Mother and Ashley waiting with

towards us, Ashley closely

in a hug.