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 to mean?”

can’t just badmouth people

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

that, the women linked arms and left.

the railing, the only one on

arms, feeling the sea

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

with the

railing, looking

if she couldn’t see 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!”

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

people were just trying to slander her.

blinked, looking at the tall man in front of her. “What

the man’s chest but 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

close to him, and the smell of alcohol hit