The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 351

Allison sauntered at a snail's pace, and Nicholas effortlessly caught up with her with a gentle tap on the gas. He honked his horn, "Hey, remember that question you asked me? I asked my mom about it. Don't you want to know the answer? The one about birthmarks."

Allison stopped in her tracks and got into the car. However, instead of the passenger seat, she chose to sit in the back.

Nicholas glanced at her through the rear-view mirror and started the car, "You work nights, so you should be sleeping during the day, right?"

Allison glanced at the car's clock, "I got off work early last night and woke up early today. Nicholas, don't tell me you want to chat about night shifts and day shifts? What a snooze fest."

Nicholas stepped on the gas, and Allison, who hadn't fastened her seat belt yet, lurched forward, her forehead bumping against the soft leather of the seat in front of her. She rubbed her forehead, muttering, "So immature."

Nicholas chuckled, "Where to?"

Allison didn't really know where to go. She had left the house early. Usually, she would be at home at this time, either cleaning or hanging out with Daisy. But Daisy was currently tangled up with the Boswell family and wasn't in the mood for a shopping spree. As for Allison, she felt like she had a knot in her chest, and she couldn't loosen it or vent it. She spoke lightly, "Just drop me off at the next intersection."

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, sensing that Allison wasn't in a great mood, "Feeling blue?"

Allison didn't respond.

He glanced at her through the rear-view mirror. She was stunning, her gaze fixed outside the window, seemingly deep in thought. Ever since he met Allison, he found her oddly familiar. He admitted that her beauty was captivating, radiant yet pure, bound to catch any man's attention. But it wasn't enough to haunt his dreams.

Nicholas had dreamt of Allison's face several times. It felt strangely familiar. He didn't reject Allison's proximity. Instead, the brief time they spent together actually improved his mood.

Was he falling for this little waitress? Nicholas shook his head and chuckled, "No way." His heart didn't race when he saw her, but he enjoyed her company. It was a simple and comfortable feeling.

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The car stopped.