The Billionaire’s Maid Bride ( Flanagan & Allison Zimmer ) novel Chapter 474

Chapter 474 

Dr. Dylan gave a little nod, but he was all twisted up inside. He was wondering whether Allison would be a tad clingy if she knew he was about to leave. 

Lately, Daisy had been buzzing around the Boswell family like a bee on a flower. She was practically on a first-name basis with every blade of grass and every tree in the Boswell family’s yard. 

One afternoon, Daisy came to the Boswell’s house, book in hand. She’d been in and out so much recently that she knew all the servants like the back of her hand, she could even name a few of them.. 

She headed up to the third floor, where John was keeping watch at the door, as usual. Seeing Daisy, John just gave a nod. He was used to her by now, then went into the bedroom to report to Frances. 

Daisy was still a bit scared of John; the scar on his face was just too freaky. 

She waited with her book while John went into the bedroom, and when he came out, he said to Daisy, “Mr. Frances says you can come in, but don’t overstay your welcome, Daisy. Let Frances get some rest. He’s not feeling too well today.” 

Daisy raised an eyebrow. “What’s up with him? Is he feeling under the weather?” 

John didn’t beat around the bush. “Frances was feeling a bit off last night so we had a doctor check him out. He’s better now, but he’s still a bit out of it, not really himself.” 

Daisy pushed the door open and walked in. The room was dark, with the curtains drawn. Frances, dressed in a light grey pajama set, was sitting on the sofa, watching a movie. The projector next to him was flickering with blue light, and the movie was playing on a big screen. 

Daisy walked over, and Frances looked up and smiled at her. “Take a seat.” 

Daisy looked at the screen and nailed the movie’s name on the first try. Frances raised an eyebrow, looking a bit pale but still pretty under the dim light. “You know it?” His voice held a trace of surprise. 

Daisy sat down next to Frances. “Yeah, I’ve seen it before, it’s a famous Danish film, one of my favorites.” 

She watched as the protagonist’s dog was killed on the flashing screen, and quietly said, “A single lie destroyed reality.” 

Frances asked, “Why’d you show up in the afternoon today?” 

Daisy replied, “I was writing a paper with a friend at the library this morning.” 

Frances asked, “Are you about to graduate?” 

Daisy nodded. “This is the book I borrowed. I’m returning it to 

you.” 

Frances took the book and set it on the coffee table. “What do you want to drink? Juice, coffee, or…” 

“I’ll get it myself.” Daisy poured a glass of water and handed it to Frances. “Water is the best drink.” 

Frances chuckled, his face lighting up like a lake under a gentle March breeze, shimmering like countless twinkling stars. Daisy felt her cheeks heat up. She tried to focus on the movie, but the faint minty scent in the air was making her heart race.