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.”

was

was suddenly buzzing. “Leftie?”

was a leftie. As far as he remembered, he was always a rightie. But sometimes, he did feel his left hand was

welled up in

and his girlfriend were also at the cemetery. It was her father’s death anniversary. He laid flowers before the tombstone.

cemeteries in Northfield. Shawn didn’t expect to run into Allison here. Seeing Allison wasn’t a big deal, but she was with Nicholas. Now, that was a big

figured Lucian would lose it if he saw them together. Lucian was already in a

girlfriend noticed his actions. “You dare to sneak pictures of other women? Have you fallen for that woman? Her back does look – nice. Shawn, we’re here to memorialize my father,

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

surprised, “Mr. Lindberg?”

Her surprise grew, “How is