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

Nothing is promised.

ARIELLE'S POV)

It's been days since the kidnap incident, and I'd been trying to move on, getting back to my life. Though the experience still lingered, I took preventive measures to ensure it didn't repeat itself.

I'd taken the week off, leaving the restaurant in the capable hands of Stephan and Rebecca. They'd managed everything flawlessly, for which I was endlessly grateful.

First, I took Maverick to the doctor the very next day. The relief I felt when I was assured he was physically unharmed was immeasurable. Next, I made him talk to a children's therapist-just to be certain the experience hadn't left any invisible scars. Thankfully, the therapist was confident Maverick wasn't traumatized.

My son, it seemed, was stronger than I could have ever imagined. My heart swelled with pride.

Then came the hard part: security. I enforced stricter measures, something I'd once resisted for fear of making Maverick feel trapped. From now on, only his Nana, Big Joe, or I would pick him up from school. No exceptions. I even had to pull him out of his beloved music class, replacing it with a private teacher at home.

I hated doing this to him, robbing him of his freedom, but I reminded myself it was temporary. A few weeks, maybe a month or two, and things would ease back to normal.

"Baby, you know why we're making these changes, right?" I asked, sitting beside him on the couch as I announced the new arrangement to him.

He nodded solemnly, his big, innocent eyes searching mine. "Because of the bad man, Mommy?"

"Yes sweetheart," I said softly, pulling him close. "We just want to make sure you're safe. But don't worry-you'll still have music lessons. They'll just be at home for now."

He smiled and snuggled closer to my side, making the butterflies in my stomach flap their feathers. "I like that, Mommy. I don't want to see the bad man again."

I hugged him tightly, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. Guilt for not being able to protect him initially, gratitude that he was returned unharmed, and determination to ensure his safety.

However, Jared's call the next day brought up more questions than answers. Maverick excitedly recounted his "Daddy's rescue", and despite Jared denying his involvement in the rescue, I couldn't squash the little man's hope and how much of a superhero he sees his father as.

Over the days, Jared called twice every day to check on Maverick. I let them speak once at some point, and Maverick was so excited to hear his voice. It was no news that he was smitten by his father, and on most occasions I felt guilty for keeping them both away from each other.

It was in one of Jared's daily phone calls that he made a tough request I almost turned down.

"Arielle, I want to meet Maverick properly," he said, his voice filled with longing and nervousness.

I was taken aback at first, then I hesitated, unsure if I was ready for what he was asking for. The memory of Maverick's fuss about him flashed in my mind.

"What do you mean by 'properly'?" I asked, stalling and trying to appraise his intentions.

"I want to spend time with him, even if it's just for a few minutes. Get to know him, and have him know me," he explained.

My first instinct was to refuse. But something about his tone-earnest and vulnerable-made me hesitate. He had, after all, played a role in ensuring Maverick's safety. And Maverick... well, he adored his father.

"Okay, fine," I said reluctantly. "But I have to be there. You don't get to speak to my son without me present."

"Of course," he agreed quickly, as if he'd expected no less.

"When were you thinking?" I asked warily.

to take you both out

firmly, "don't forget why Maverick was targeted in the first place. If your enemies ever endanger my son again, I won't forgive you. Ever." "I

and for a moment, I wondered if I'd

"This doesn't count as anything serious, though," I was tempted to add,

tried to say, but I cut him short, knowing where he was headed. I was not ready for another apology speech or to

I have to go now, thanks

Thank you for letting me speak to you. Good

and dropped the

the phone and lay on the bed. Did I just make

Only time will tell.

*******

The next day.

wrong. Every dish I considered reminded me of the past-memories I'd rather forget. In the end,

I wiped my hands on a towel, took a deep breath, and

a bottle

he beamed at me, his eyes

I took a moment to take in his appearance. He looked good in his simple

in," I said, stepping aside to let him

said, walking in while I shut the door

he stepped inside, my mother glanced up from her magazine in the living room. Her

after her trip

still didn't warm up to him. I knew if she had the means to

Meyers," Jared

responded curtly, rising to her feet as she walked

but I

then, Maverick came skidding down the

he exclaimed, lurching himself into Jared's

him,

officially for the first time. It was a bittersweet scene to see. "Hey, little man, you weigh a lot more than

pleased with the compliment. But just then, my mother reappeared with a

dinner is ready,"

head to the

Jared said, and Maverick immediately slipped his hand into

and I had to admit that they looked good together as father and son. Quicky, I shook the thoughts

settled into the dining room, Maverick

looked-how much it reminded me of what we could have been. Shaking off the thought,

asked, his

replied.

"Do you make a lot

intervened. "Maverick, that's

"It's okay. I like curious

answer your

solved a mystery. "Why aren't you with Mommy