The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 388

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?”

BBQ sauce, hated mayo. He didn’t like lamb, said

a leftie. His handwriting was real neal

suddenly buzzing. “Leftie?”

left hand. He never thought he was a leftie. As far as he remembered, he was always a rightie. But sometimes,

tombstone, a surge of emotion welled up in his chest. An indescribable feeling rose in

the cemetery. It was her father’s

into Allison here. Seeing Allison wasn’t a big deal, but she was with Nicholas.

together. Lucian was already in a foul mood

his actions. “You dare to sneak pictures of other women? Have you fallen for that woman? Her back does look – nice. Shawn, we’re here to memorialize my father, and you’re taking pictures of other women behind

figure, “That woman is indeed beautiful, but

was surprised, “Mr. Lindberg?”

Her surprise grew, “How is that