The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 670

"Sweetheart, you're stunning! Give me a kiss!"

"My precious little duckling, I adore you with or without makeup. You actually look even more beautiful bare-faced!"

Allison glanced at the comments with a bemused smile. She wasn't too familiar with the fandom lingo, finding the array of nicknames both amusing and odd. Emma chuckled, "Calling you a duckling means they're doting on you like you're their daughter. You're young, after all. It's pretty common for fans to use terms of endearment like 'sweetheart' and 'babe.'"

"The barbecue's here—"

They were at a self-service BBQ joint, the kind where you pick whatever catches your fancy and the grill master cooks it up for you. Once it's ready, they call out your number to collect your feast.

Paige sauntered over with a plate piled high with grilled delights—bell peppers, mushrooms, eggplant, veggie links, cardamom, and an assortment of meats like wings and chicken liver.

Unbeknownst to Allison, she had just started trending.

#AaronLikesAllisonSelfie#

Allison, Emma, and Paige were immersed in their meal, chatting idly about makeup, fashion, the latest online shopping hauls—typical girl talk—right up until they were full and ready to head back.

On a whim, Emma pulled out her phone and saw it—number one on the trending list, with a staggering amount of attention.

#AaronLikesAllisonSelfie#

The top post was Allison's selfie.

Emma was stunned.

What was going on?

Scanning the comments, she found the fans were just as flabbergasted.

"Holy smokes! Did Aaron actually hit 'like'?"

Because of Aaron's 'like,' she was now top of the trending list.

And with her striking looks, set against the moody night atmosphere, her selfie on Twitter had now garnered over a million likes.

This was a record-breaking moment for Allison, a starlet without a single credit to her name. The numbers were staggering.

Allison thought she was hallucinating. She figured it had to be a mistake by someone on Aaron's team or perhaps Aaron himself accidentally engaging while scrolling through Twitter.

After all, Aaron had been on Twitter earlier, promoting a friend's movie, then had gone offline.

It had to be an accidental 'like.'

Opening her messenger app, Allison found Aaron's contact, "Hey Aaron, it looks like you might have accidentally liked my tweet."

Allison's implication was clear: Feel free to undo it, to avoid any wild fan speculation.