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

badmouth people

to

saying that, the women linked arms

railing, the only one on the large

stretched out her arms, feeling the

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

male voice sounded with the footsteps:

railing,

her wind–tousled

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

steps closer, looking at her

preferred to believe that these people were just trying to slander

true?” Allison blinked, looking at the tall man in front of her. “What are you talking

of alcohol. “Are you asking if I’ve had an abortion?” She leaned in, looking at

close to him, and the smell of alcohol