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.”

handwriting was real

mind was suddenly

looked at his own left hand. He never thought he was a leftie. As far as he remembered, he was always

of emotion welled up in his chest. An indescribable

the cemetery. It was her father’s death

biggest cemeteries in Northfield. Shawn didn’t expect to run into Allison here. Seeing Allison wasn’t a big deal,

together. Lucian was already in a foul mood this morning, even though he seemed fine when he took Ms. Zimmer’s call at lunch

look – nice. Shawn, we’re here to memorialize my father, and you’re taking pictures of

He lowered his voice, pointing at that figure, “That woman is indeed beautiful, but I wouldn’t dare have any ideas about her. She’s Mr.

surprised, “Mr. Lindberg?”

Her surprise grew,