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 I moved

looked lost. Could this be the same Allison he knew?

his memones–could it

innocent girl she used to be. Or was it him who got

a different person today. Severe in the morning, but cold and gentle

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

head naturally slid down, resting on his

Lucian looked up.

hair away from her face. This face was

the top half of her face, he had

felt something different

she found herself in bed. Lucian was

felt her forehead, the fever was

Flanagan’s to help out when Leah called

Your mother’s condition isn’t