The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 3

Allison froze in her tracks, her heart pounding. She clung to the tray she was holding, trying to hide her nerves.

But the slight tremor in her body betrayed her anxiety, causing a flicker of displeasure in Lucian’s eyes.

He lounged on the couch, legs crossed, and asked in a low voice, “Am I that scary? Your hands are shaking”

Turning her head. Allison clenching her hands tightly, she mumbled, “It’s my first time serving such a distinguished guest, I’m a bit nervous. Hope you understand.”

Seeing her still looking scared, Lucian averted his eyes. Maybe he was just too tired lately. There was no way this woman could be “Penelope.”

He waved her away, and Allison scurried out the back door without hesitation. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, finally relaxing a bit.

He didn’t recognize her, thank god….

the living room, Lucian watched her hurriedly retreating figure, his eyes growing even darker, “Does the Flanagan family have a cherry

it’s in the backyard.” Margo answered.

the perpetually shaded yard of Allison’s home, there was a

Lucian nodded.

pleasant female voice rang out, “Mr.

light pink dress, her face adorned with delicate

the stairs.

was her father, Christopher. “Mr. Lindberg, sorry to keep you

“I’m here today

Engagement?

was stunned, Penelope most of all. So this

their daughter’s predicament from

Penelope had spread throughout Northfield, with media outlets reporting left

right.