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?”

mayo. He didn’t like lamb, said it smelled funky. He was a beef

a leftie. His handwriting was real neal with his

mind was suddenly buzzing. “Leftie?”

never thought he was a leftie. As far as he remembered, he was always a rightie. But sometimes, he did feel his left hand was surprisingly nimble.

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

and his girlfriend were also at the cemetery. It was her father’s death anniversary. He laid flowers

was one of the biggest cemeteries in Northfield. Shawn didn’t expect to run into Allison here. Seeing Allison wasn’t a big deal, but she was

snapped a picture of them. He figured Lucian would lose it if he saw them together. Lucian was already in a foul mood this morning, even

for that woman? Her back does look – nice. Shawn, we’re here to memorialize my father, and you’re taking pictures of other women

wouldn’t dare!” He lowered his voice, pointing at that figure, “That woman is indeed beautiful, but I

surprised, “Mr.

grew, “How is that possible?”