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 with his

was suddenly buzzing.

thought he was a leftie. As far as he remembered, he was always a rightie. But sometimes, he

of emotion welled up in his chest. An indescribable feeling rose in his

cemetery. It was her father’s death anniversary.

Seeing Allison wasn’t a big deal, but she was

lose it if he saw them together. Lucian was already in a foul mood this morning, even though he seemed

woman? Her back does look – nice. Shawn, we’re here to memorialize my

pointing at that figure, “That woman is indeed beautiful, but I wouldn’t dare have any ideas

was surprised, “Mr. Lindberg?”

nodded. Her surprise grew, “How is that