The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 212

A bunch of gals were chinwagging for a bit, mostly about handbags, jewelry, and stuff like that; sometimes the conversation. would steer toward Lucian.

“Man, I’m so green with envy for Penelope. From an average Jane, she’s now the center of attention as Lucian’s bride–to-be.”

“Who in Northfield doesn’t know Lucian?”

“I wonder why Penelope is so darn lucky.”

“I’ve heard she got to be with him only because she saved him.”

“Why can’t I be that lucky?”

“Which woman in Northfield doesn’t dream of becoming Mrs. Lucian?”

Just then, they heard a soft chuckle. They all turned their heads to see Allison leaning against the railing. Allison looked up slowly. leaning against the railing, her voice hoarse: “Lucian must be blind as a bat.”

what’s that supposed

just badmouth

must be three sheets to the wind. Let’s get outta here.”

the women linked arms and left.

the railing, the only one on the large deck.

out her arms, feeling the sea breeze.

could she still feel the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t drunk, why did her stomach and throat feel full of the burning sensation of alcohol, and why did her head. feel so

blind?” A deep male voice sounded with the footsteps: “Allison, why are you

turned slowly, leaning against the railing, looking

clearly and ran her fingers through her wind–tousled hair. Watching the tall

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

few steps closer, looking at her drunken state:

believe that these people were just

not true?” Allison blinked, looking at the tall man in front of her. “What are you

the railing, laughing with a strong smell of alcohol. “Are you asking if I’ve had an abortion?” She leaned

him, and the smell of alcohol hit him.