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

The promised protection.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

After driving for a while, I finally brought the car to halt at a spot I considered safe and tried to catch my breath. My hands shook uncontrollably on the steering wheel, while my heart thudded fast like it would jump out of my chest.

I tried to calm down, else I might not be able to drive myself home in that state. Taking slow, deep breaths, I tried to get a grip on myself. Panic tried to press in on me, but I pushed aside the feeling. I can't have a panic attack, no, not here. After a few minutes, my heart rate slowed down to normal, and my hands steadied. Satisfied that I was okay to drive again, I turned the car back on, and resumed driving home, my senses now on high alert.

As I drove, I grew increasingly anxious, as I tried to figure why someone would follow me. It didn't add up, and intermittently, I looked at the rearview mirror to ensure the person was not behind me.

Each glance revealed nothing suspicious, but I still had to be extra careful. I couldn't risk leading the person, whomever it was, to my home, as I didn't know what their motive was.

Finally, after taking so many turns and even taking a longer route than usual, I turned into my street. Even as I pulled into the driveway, I kept my eyes fixed on the rearview mirror for any funny movements. Heart racing, I alighted, and before I walked into the house, I looked behind my shoulders one last time.

Nothing, fortunately.

Inside, I locked the door behind me firmly, before leaning on it, with my hand pressed to my chest.

Safety. Finally.

I made it home to my mum and Son.

"Mom!" Maverick yelled, breaking into my thoughts as ran towards me.

I straightened up, stretching my arms to accommodate him. I had to put on a smile and shove the thoughts of the incident aside like it never happened. I was safe and home to my family and that was all that mattered. "Hey, champ, how was your day?" I asked, forcing a bright smile.

"It was awesome, Mama. Nana and I made cookies," he exclaimed, his usual bubbly self.

My Mom joined us, a smile on her face. "You're back. How was your day?" And then a frown creased her forehead. "You look tired."

sound casual. "It's

said,

missed you

need to freshen up.

Dinner's almost ready," my mom

nodded and walked away to my room, shutting the door behind me. It felt relieving to be in my

joined my family for dinner. We chatted about our day, and I listened to Maverick's

I pushed my chair back. "I'm tired, guys. I think I'll head to bed

you always tuck me in bed," Maverick said,

do it tomorrow," I

down, pecking his Head. "Goodnight,

he

asked, looking at

"Goodnight," and then I hurried

is obstinate, and so my thoughts kept drifting to the incident earlier.

been back in town for a week

thoughts, I reached for my phone and dialed

gruff

"Did

a chuckle. "But you know I don't mind,

myself to go over the

the other end, an attitude he exhibited whenever he wanted

you think someone is following you and it is

"I'm not being paranoid."

I took a breath and recounted the incident

been listening silently, spoke up. "I'm sorry you had to go through

feeling shivers run down my spines just by