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?”

“My grandmother’s house is in Cloudville. I lived there when I was a kid. But then there was an earthquake, so I moved back to

Could this be the same

his memones–could it be

greedy–nothing like the innocent girl she used to

Severe in

on the couch, flipping through a book, while Allison, worn out from a continuous fever, she dozed off.

head naturally slid down, resting on his shoulder.

Lucian looked up.

brushed her hair away from her

his hand covering the top half of her face,

felt something different

she found herself in bed. Lucian was gone; she had no idea

the fever was gone

was about to head to the Flanagan’s to help out when Leah called her

called. Your mother’s condition