The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 262

At Jesse’s birthday bash, his parents from the Santos clan and a few relatives were there, along with his best buds.

After chowing down dinner and downing some booze, Daisy found her shoulder a comly place to lean on for Allison

She eyed Allison’s long and graceful neck, dressed in a beige velvet dress with a little V–neck and a simple necklace to go with it.

Daisy let out a belch and said, “Allison, why aren’t you wearing the necklace I got you on your birthday?”

Feeling a bit guilty, Allison replied, “Daisy, I can’t seem to find that necklace”

She reckoned it might have been left behind during her move. She had turned her room upside down but the agate necklace was nowhere to be found. She planned to swing by her old place in the next few days, to see if she could find it.

“Oh, you lost it? No worries, I’ll get you a new one.” Daisy said.

“No need to go through all that trouble.” Allison said.

“No biggie, you know. Our family business is all about jewelry, we have plenty of materials. I’ll get the factory to whip up a new one exactly like it for you.” Daisy said.

Allison excused herself to the restroom. Coming out, she bumped into a young bloke in a black shirt, reeking of booze.

took a step back and said, “Sorry.”

up, sidestepped a few tracks, then her gaze froze. She was staring at the man’s face, her voice started to quiver and she was suddenly at a loss

to go, she quickly caught

Allison, “Can I help you, miss?”

His gaze was a bit blurry, all he saw

in Allison’s eyes,

wrong guy.” The man frowned. He pushed Allison aside and staggered towards a

Allison followed closely.

wrong? But that face, was exactly like

been gone for many years. How could the man in her memory appear

man turned around, seeing the teary–eyed woman. “Hey, what’s up with

face in front

“Hey, I didn’t scare you, did I? Stop crying. I didn’t do anything to you, why are

“What’s your name? Have you always lived here? Do you have an ID?

looked at Allison as if she were crazy, but

felt a headache brewing, “I’m Nicholas, 25, been living in Northfield all my life. You want to see my ID? It’s in my room. You’re one

led the way, Allison trailing behind. She didn’t want to cry, but she was too overwhelmed. This man looked so much like Ricky; they were like two peas in a pod. It was exactly Ricky’s face in her memory. The age was right too, Ricky would

his private room. Nicholas pushed open