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.”

supposed to mean?”

just badmouth

to

the women linked

left leaning against the railing, the only one

out her arms, feeling the sea

if she was drunk or not. If 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 of the burning sensation

deep male voice sounded with the

against the railing, looking at the man

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

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

her drunken state: “Tell me it’s not true.”

preferred to believe that these people were just trying to slander her.

blinked, looking at the tall man in front

of alcohol. “Are you asking if I’ve had an

was close to him, and the smell of alcohol hit him.