The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 147

Allison had thought that a rich man like Lucian might not know how to appreciate the simple dishes, but to her surprise, he had emptied his plate in no time.

Allison, on the other hand, was all grace and elegance when eating and took her sweet time Lucian watched her, suddenly recalling the red woven pendant hanging

in her bedroom.

“Did you make that red pendant in your bedroom?” he asked

“What?” Allison was taken aback. “You’ve been in my room?”

His silence was answer enough.

“You mean the red pendant that was made by my grandmother?” She said, disappointment in her voice.

“Your grandmother?” Lucian pondered. “Did you live in Cloudville when you were a kid?”

the same question before. “My grandmother’s house is in Cloudville. I lived there when I was a

looked lost. Could this be

girl from his memones–could it be her?

so much? Vain, greedy–nothing like the innocent girl she used to be. Or was it

didn’t understand why Lucian seemed like a different person today. Severe in the morning, but cold

flipping through a book, while Allison, worn out from a continuous fever, she

slid down,

Lucian looked up.

gently brushed her hair away from

of her face, he had a

felt something different about

Lucian was gone; she

her forehead, the fever was

help out when Leah called her into the study.

hospital called. Your mother’s