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

can’t just badmouth people

woman must be three sheets to the wind.

the women

the railing, the only one on the

her arms, feeling the sea

feel the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t drunk, why did her stomach and throat feel full of the burning sensation of alcohol,

blind?” A deep male voice sounded with the footsteps: “Allison, why are you

turned slowly, leaning against the railing, looking

fingers through her wind–tousled hair. Watching the

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

a few steps closer, looking at her

to believe that these people were just trying to slander her.

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

smell of alcohol. “Are you asking if I’ve had an

him, and the smell