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

Frantic move

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Both Ashley and her mom looked up at me simultaneously, their eyes wide with surprise.

Mrs Thompson's expression was that of relief, her face relaxing as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Ashley, on the other hand, was more of confusion than surprise, her brows furrowed together.

"I promise, I'll see what I can do," I added, trying not to give them false hope. I didn't want to disappoint them, not after agreeing to help.

Mrs Thompson nodded, her warm smile returning to her face. "I'm so grateful, thank you, Arielle," she said, her voice filled with emotions. She was on the brink of tears.

And before I knew it, Mrs Thompson was pulling me into a hug. I reciprocated, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close, while trying to avoid meeting Ashley's eyes, which had a questioning look in them.

After disengaging from the hug, I declared my intention to leave. "I should get going," I said, glancing at my phone. "Maverick will be worried by now, he's alone with his temporary nanny."

"I'll see you off," Ashley quickly said, and before I could refute, rose to her feet. This action spoke volumes; she wanted to speak to me, and didn't want her Mom to follow.

Mrs Thompson nodded in understanding, and stayed back, watching as Ashley and I walked out of the house. "Thank you again, kid," she called out after us.

I turned to wave goodbye again, before following Ashley out to the porch. As soon as we were out of earshot, Ashley turned to me. "What did you do that for?"

I totally anticipated this, so I wasn't surprised.

have to help. Your

want to do anything. It's not really your responsibility. I mean, yeah, worst case, I get kicked out of the Thompson family, but honestly, I've already given up on being a Thompson in name only. They can't offer me anything in terms of career, and half of them are busy plotting against each other. There's no point in sticking around a

if she wants to. Without any support, she'd just get crushed. And as much as you might think the Thompsons don't matter, your dad has a lot

processing my words. She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off gently. "Okay, no more.

into a hug. "Thank you. Seriously. Thank you so much," she murmured

minutes. We stayed that way for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth

I smiled. "Alright,

ride. A few minutes later, the car pulled up. I gave her a final wave before sliding

started to pull away,

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days that followed, I focused on expanding my business, hoping to

getting home and giving the situation a careful thought, I decided that currently I

try

the restaurant, experimenting with new recipes and marketing strategies. I also made sure to be active on all my social media accounts, engaging with

despite my

culinary business world was fierce and it seemed like every other day, a new restaurant

grown a bit distant and mysterious these days, her behavior hard to read. She had stopped responding to my calls and messages, and I was starting to get worried. I picked up my

reach you. Can you please get back to me? I'm worried

didn't hear back today, I was going to visit Ashley's workplace

and generate more money for my rescue mission. I spent the rest of the day prepping for more sales and

hadn't really spoken lately, both of us buried in our own stuff. "Arielle," he said when I