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

just badmouth

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

saying that, the women linked arms and left.

left leaning against the railing, the only one on the large

her arms, feeling

brain still functioning? Why could she still feel the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t drunk,

male voice sounded with the footsteps: “Allison, why are

slowly, leaning against the railing,

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

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

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

believe that these people were just trying to slander her.

man in front

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

to him, and the smell of