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

Of a tattoo and clue.

(JARED'S POV)

After Arielle left with Nana Jean, I tried to keep up with conversing with Maverick, even though my mind kept wondering about what Nana Jean needed to say to Arielle in private.

I pushed the thought aside and focused on Maverick, who was talking excitedly about how big the mansion was and how beautiful his great-granny was. I listened attentively, smiling and nodding in all the right places.

But my mind kept drifting back to Arielle. Speaking of her, since our last conversation three days ago, I have tried to keep my distance. Not because I was mad at her, but because it was the best thing to do.

And today, when she stepped out in that dress, my breath was swept away. She looked like she was meant to be in dresses like that always. The way the fabric hugged her curves, the way the color matched with her skin and highlighted it...I felt my heart skip a beat as I stared at her.

As I remembered that after tonight, we were no longer going to be staying under the same roof, my heart squeezed painfully in my chest. I had gotten so used to being with her and our son, and any other way of living felt odd and inappropriate.

I thought of my son, poor boy. I knew Arielle had not told him about my leaving because I was sure the little man would have queried me. A bitter smile crossed my features as I watched the little man chatter innocently, unaware tonight was probably our last supper. I was still in that state, fighting with my thoughts when my mother summoned me to the study through a maid.

"Excuse me for a minute, buddy," I said to Maverick, beckoning the butler to keep him company while I was away. "I'll be right back."

"Okay, Daddy," Maverick replied, smiling up at me.

And with that, I walked off, to go answer my mother's call.

desk, her back to me. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of

it, but after he died, I stopped coming. This was my first time coming here after his death, and it brought back memories of how

again reminded me of just how much I missed him. I sighed and shoved the thoughts aside, focusing on why I was

in her room getting ready, and not in the study. But as I took

across her face. She approached me and pulled me in a hug, the familiar scent of her perfume caressing my

I said, going straight to

"I did. I want to

handed it to me. It was filled with female photos and I silently wondered what to do with

"These are pictures of

from high societies and families," she began, her voice persuasive. "They're all from good families and will make excellent wives and mothers. You need to start thinking about

from her to the pictures. The

say when she noticed my sour mood,

was tired of hearing it already. I knew she wanted me to settle down, but

as she tried to remind me of Nana Jean's

secure a family, your inheritance might be at risk. Especially with Nana Jean's strict views on this matter.

What's my mother thinking? Nana Jean had no other heir besides

think that's going to happen, mother. Nana knows

sure, boy. You have