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?”

Cloudville. I lived there when I was a kid. But

Could this be the same Allison

from his memones–could

have changed so much? Vain, greedy–nothing like the innocent girl

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

his meal, Lucian didn’t leave. Instead, he sat on the couch, flipping through a book, while Allison, worn out from a

slid down, resting on his shoulder.

Lucian looked up.

He gently brushed her hair away from her face. This face was somewhat

of her face,

Lucian felt something different about

in bed. Lucian was gone; she had no idea when he

the fever was gone

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

hospital called. Your mother’s condition