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

badmouth people like

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

women linked arms and

against the railing, the only one

stretched out her arms, feeling the sea breeze.

didn’t know 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 of alcohol, and why did her head. feel so

with the footsteps: “Allison, why are

slowly, leaning against the railing, looking

eyes as if she couldn’t see clearly and ran her fingers through her wind–tousled hair. Watching the tall

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

looking at her drunken

believe that these people were just

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

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

him, and the smell of alcohol hit him.