The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 42

The guy was wearing a black tracksuit, looking a bit skinny. He was sporting a black baseball cap with the brim pulled low, creating a relaxed and gloomy

vibe.

Allison was pushing the wheelchair, trying to avoid bumps as she slowly descended the stairs. But her strength was limited, and there was no wheelchair ramp here, just steps.

She hesitated before softly suggesting, “Your wheelchair is electric, right? Maybe try adjusting the direction…”

Before she can finish, the guy pressed a button, and the wheelchair seemed to lighten up.

Then, a circular support extended from under the wheels, gripping the slippery steps and slowly moving down. Seeing this, Allison felt a bit superfluous.

She laughed awkwardly. “So, you can handle it yourself. That’s good.”

His voice wasn’t deep but slightly hoarse, making it hard to guess his age. “I came up by myself. What do you think? Can I

lips. Okay, she was

bother you”

looked up. Rain fell around Allison’s slender

Allison’s figure disappeared from his view. The

was getting worse, and she was distraught. As she entered the

here?” Allison looked warily at Penelope standing by the bed. She didn’t believe Penelope was here to visit the sick.

wholly wrapped up from head to

Allison’s question, Penelope’s already bad mood worsened. She looked arrogantly at the woman before her, “Who do you think you are,

“Allison, be more respectful to

up to Allison, “Allison,

lowered her voice, whispering in Allison’s ear, “Mrs. Lindberg’s position is mine, you’re just a stand–in. Don’t even dream that Lucian would

gone soon, and everything will return to normal when Lucian returns from