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.”

but slightly hoarse, making it hard to guess his age. “I came up by myself. What do you think? Can I

Okay, she was indeed superfluous.

to bother

Allison’s slender figure, leaving a faint scent of cherry

figure disappeared from his view. The guy pulled his gaze back,

condition was getting worse, and she was distraught. As she entered the room, she saw an unwelcome visitor.

the bed. She didn’t believe Penelope

was wearing a mask, wholly wrapped

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

scolded, “Allison, be more respectful to

walked up to Allison, “Allison, don’t forget

mine, you’re just a stand–in. Don’t even dream that Lucian would like someone

and everything will return to normal when Lucian returns