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?”

this man asking her the same question before. “My grandmother’s house is in Cloudville. I lived there when I was a kid. But then there was an earthquake, so

be the same Allison he knew?

girl from his memones–could it

greedy–nothing like the innocent girl she used

understand why Lucian seemed like a different person today. Severe in the morning, but cold and gentle in the

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

down, resting on his shoulder.

Lucian looked up.

deer. He gently brushed her hair away from her face.

hand covering the top half of her face, he had a

Lucian felt something different about a

Allison woke up, she found herself in bed. Lucian was

forehead, the

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

the hospital called. Your mother’s