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 people like

three sheets to the wind.

that, the women linked arms and

against the railing, the only one on

her arms,

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

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

the railing, looking at the man

clearly and ran her fingers through her wind–tousled hair. Watching the tall man walk toward her, she belched, “Who are you?”

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

took a few steps closer, looking at her drunken

that these people were just trying to slander

at the tall man

couldn’t move him. She leaned against the railing, laughing with a strong smell of alcohol. “Are you asking if I’ve had an abortion?” She leaned in, looking at Lucian, her eyes still

was close to him, and the

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