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 for an

of going out in public. "Let's keep it simple. Dinner at my place instead. And Jared," I added 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 understand," he said, his tone unusually serious. "Thank

pause on my end, and for a moment, I wondered if I'd made

anything serious, though,"

you -" Jared tried to say, but I cut him short, knowing where he

started, please. I have

you for letting me speak

mumbled and

the bed. Did I

Only time will tell.

*******

The next day.

thought of preparing a meal for Jared made everything feel wrong. Every dish I considered reminded me of the past-memories I'd rather forget. In the end, I settled on Lemon Chicken Orzo Soup, Pizza

p.m., the doorbell rang. I wiped my hands

stood outside, a bottle of wine in

he beamed at me, his

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

said, stepping aside to let him

I shut the door and followed

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

returning after her

him. I knew if she had the means to talk me out of letting him come for dinner,

Mrs. Meyers," Jared greeted,

responded curtly, rising to

me a knowing look, but I looked

down the stairs, breaking into the

lurching himself into Jared's

lifted him, spinning

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

with the compliment. But just then, my mother

is ready," she

the dining room,"

you," Jared said, and Maverick immediately slipped his hand

they looked good together as father and son. Quicky, I

dining room, Maverick

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

what do you do?" Maverick asked, his curiosity

businessman," he replied. "I run

Maverick exclaimed. "Do

"Maverick,

"It's okay. I

about it, and to answer your questions, yes, I do well for

just solved a mystery. "Why