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?”

I lived there when I was a kid. But then there was an

Could this be the same Allison

memones–could it

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

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

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

slid down, resting on his

Lucian looked up.

like a deer. He gently brushed her hair away from her face. This face

half of her face, he had a

the first time Lucian felt something different about a woman.

was gone; she had no

her forehead, the

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

mother’s condition