The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

He furrowed his brows, eyes glued to Joshua’s tombstone. Suddenly, he was gasping for air. He took a deep breath as horrifying images flashed in his mind. What the hell was going on? He found it hard to breathe.

Allison was pulling weeds, oblivious to his discomfort. Nicholas’ throat was dry. He asked, “Allison, how old were you when your brother and father passed away?”

“I had just started middle school.”

“Did your brother like pickles?”

“Nope. My mom said pickles are good for health, but Ricky couldn’t stand them. If you handed him a whole pickle, he’d somehow manage. But if you diced it up in food, he’d pick out every last bit.”

“Did he have any particular preferences?”

“He loved BBQ sauce, hated mayo. He didn’t like lamb, said it smelled funky. He was a beef guy.”

His handwriting was real neal

mind was suddenly buzzing. “Leftie?”

at his own left hand. He never thought he was a leftie. As far as he remembered, he was always a rightie. But sometimes, he did

welled up in

cemetery. It was

Northfield. Shawn didn’t expect to run into Allison here. Seeing Allison

and snapped a picture of them. He figured Lucian would lose it if he saw them together. Lucian was already in a foul mood this morning, even though he seemed fine when he took Ms. Zimmer’s call at lunch yesterday. Mr.

pictures of other women? Have you fallen for that woman? Her back does look

said, “I wouldn’t dare!” He lowered his voice, pointing at that figure, “That woman is indeed beautiful, but I wouldn’t

was surprised, “Mr. Lindberg?”

grew, “How is that possible?”