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 people like

be three sheets to the wind. Let’s

the women

the only one on the large

her arms, feeling the sea breeze.

she still feel the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t drunk, why did her

voice sounded with the footsteps: “Allison, why are

against the railing,

her fingers through her wind–tousled hair. Watching the tall man walk toward

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

took a few steps closer, looking at her drunken state: “Tell me

preferred to believe that these people were just trying

blinked, looking at the tall man in front

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

to him, and the smell of alcohol