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?”

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 back to Northfield.”

looked lost. Could this be the same Allison he

girl from his memones–could it

girl she used to be. Or was it him

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

on the couch, flipping through a book, while Allison, worn

slid down, resting on his shoulder.

Lucian looked up.

her hair away from her face. This face was somewhat similar to Penelope

of her face, he had a

felt

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

felt her forehead, the fever

Flanagan’s to help out when Leah called her into

called. Your mother’s condition isn’t very