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?”

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

this be the same Allison

his memones–could

greedy–nothing like the innocent girl she used to

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

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

slid down, resting

Lucian looked up.

Allison looked so peaceful, like a deer. He gently brushed her hair away from her

top half of her face, he had a strange

time Lucian felt something different about

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

felt her forehead, the fever was

about to head to the Flanagan’s to help out when Leah

the hospital called. Your mother’s