The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 195

Dr. Dylan just couldn't believe that Allison would be the vain type. "Allison, in my eyes, you've always been a gentle and kind girl."

He'd known her for a while now; ever since Grace was hospitalized, he got to know her.

She was always strong and kind.

"Is your boyfriend good to you?"

"He's good."

Yet Dr. Dylan noticed that Allison responded rather coldly. It seemed like he quickly said, "Allison, did you lie to me last time?"

It's very possible she didn't actually get into a rich guy's car. This could all be a lie she made up to break up with him. "You don't really have a boyfriend, do you? Are you just trying to brush me off? Is there something you're not telling me?"

Allison took a deep breath. "No, Dr. Dylan, you're overthinking."

"No, no, Allison, your eyes can't lie; I know you."

"Know me? We've only known each other for a few days, and you say you know me, Dr. Dylan. I really have to go now."

"Yeah, Dr. Dylan, my girlfriend doesn't need your concern." A male voice echoed over, then Jason walked over, his gaze falling on Dr. Dylan's grip on Allison's wrist. "Dr. Dylan, let go."

"Jason?" Dr. Dylan was a bit surprised.

He slowly let go of her hand.

Jason, wearing a pricey branded tracksuit and sunglasses, slipped an arm around Allison's shoulders and affectionately touched her nose. "Sweetheart, I was worried you wouldn’t come down when you didn't answer my calls. My car's over there; let's go."

"Okay."

Jason led her to a black Bentley.

While Dr. Dylan, watching her back, left her heartbroken.

The car door opened.

Allison had just settled inside when she felt a cold stare. She shivered, looked up, and saw a man of extravagant appearance and distant demeanor.

The driver immediately stepped on the gas.

Allison was planning how to get out of the car when it suddenly started. She instinctively leaned forward, about to hit the back of the front seat, when a hand reached out to stop her. Allison's lips hit the dry, warm palm of the man.

His eyes narrowed.

In his palm were the soft, moist lips of a woman.

Allison was also taken aback.

She held her breath for a moment.

Then she slowly straightened up.

She looked at the back of the man's hand; a small patch of skin seemed to be reddened. Well, the sudden force when she leaned forward must have been quite strong. Just as she was about to thank him, she saw him take out a tissue, wipe his hand, and then toss the tissue into the trash.

It seemed he found it disgusting.