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.”

that supposed to mean?”

you can’t just badmouth people like

to the wind. Let’s get outta here.”

the women linked arms and left.

the only one on

out her arms,

she was drunk, why was her brain still functioning? Why could she still feel the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t drunk, why did her stomach and throat feel full

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

slowly, leaning against the railing, looking

and ran her fingers through her wind–tousled hair.

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

closer, looking at her drunken state: “Tell

preferred to believe that these people were just trying to slander

not true?” Allison blinked, looking at the tall man

laughing with a strong smell of alcohol. “Are

him, and the smell of