The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

After washing her hands and touching up her makeup in the restroom, Daisy accidentally bumped into someone. Rubbing her nose, she grumbled, “Man, are you made of iron or what? That hurt.”

Wilton heard her complaint and instinctively muttered, “Sorry.” Looking up, he recognized her as the girl who’d been sitting behind him. What was her name again? He gave her a quick once-over. Without the dim restaurant lights and seating in the way, her face was clear. She had smooth skin and delicate features, quite pretty. She didn’t seem flippant, but her language was pretty crude.

Raising an eyebrow, Wilton asked, “You okay?”

Rubbing her nose again, feeling like it had almost been smashed, Daisy replied, “I’m fine.”

Her voice was a bit nasal. She walked away without a second glance at Wilton, treating the whole thing as a minor incident.

Back at the table, she complained to Allison, “Man, today’s just not my day. Dropped my phone this morning and cracked the screen, got oil on my clothes during lunch, bumped into someone coming out of the restroom, and nearly broke my nose. Lucky my nose is real, or there would’ve been real trouble. I swear, that guy must be made of steel or something.”

and there were two shiny metal buttons gleaming. Daisy must’ve hit one of them. He had no idea why Daisy was so peeved at him. Did she have to air her

had piqued

At 9 p.m.,

home. He didn’t come home often,

him, “Wilton, you’re back. Your brother’s condition is deteriorating. We were just upstairs

it.” Wilton handed his jacket to a servant and headed

sofa, sipping from her glass. She gestured to the servant, who hung up the jacket and carefully ascended the stairs to the third floor, ready to eavesdrop. The housekeeper, Ava, came

Ava hurriedly handed the jacket

hair, Mina chuckled,