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.”

what’s that supposed to

badmouth people like

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

the women

was left leaning against the railing, the

her arms, feeling the sea

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

with the

turned slowly, leaning against the railing, looking at the

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

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

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

to believe that these people were just trying

tall man in front

against the man’s chest but couldn’t move him. She leaned against the railing, laughing with a strong smell of alcohol. “Are you

the