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.

"I'd love to

targeted in the first place. If your enemies ever

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

doesn't count as anything serious, though," I was

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

please. I have to go now, thanks for

letting me speak to you.

mumbled and dropped the

phone and lay on the bed. Did

Only time will tell.

*******

The next day.

Cooking had never been a struggle for me, but the thought of preparing a meal for Jared made everything feel wrong. Every dish

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

outside, a bottle of

he beamed at me,

replied, accepting the wine. I took a moment to take in his appearance. He looked good in his simple

I said, stepping

said, walking in while I shut

mother glanced up from her magazine in the living

returning after

about the role Jared played in rescuing Maverick, she still didn't warm up to him. I knew if she had the means

Mrs. Meyers," Jared greeted,

curtly, rising to her feet

gave me a knowing look, but I looked away, pretending not

Maverick came skidding down

lurching himself into Jared's

lifted him,

seemed to be bonding despite meeting officially for the first time. It was a bittersweet scene to see. "Hey, little man, you weigh a lot more than you look," Jared teased, setting him back on his

just then, my

is ready,"

the dining

you," Jared said, and Maverick immediately slipped his

had to admit that they looked good together as

settled into the dining room, Maverick still holding

what we could have been. Shaking off the thought, I focused on serving dinner. Maverick climbed

do?" Maverick asked, his curiosity getting the

a businessman," he replied. "I run a

that's cool," Maverick exclaimed. "Do you make

"Maverick, that's not

chuckled. "It's okay. I like curious

it, and to answer your

solved a mystery. "Why aren't