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?”

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

be the

memones–could it be her?

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

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

flipping through a book, while

head naturally slid down, resting on

Lucian looked up.

He gently brushed her hair

top half of her face,

was the first time Lucian felt something

woke up, she found herself in bed. Lucian was gone; she had no idea when

felt her forehead, the fever

head to the Flanagan’s to help out

Your mother’s condition