The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 147

Allison had thought that a rich man like Lucian might not know how to appreciate the simple dishes, but to her surprise, he had emptied his plate in no time.

Allison, on the other hand, was all grace and elegance when eating and took her sweet time Lucian watched her, suddenly recalling the red woven pendant hanging

in her bedroom.

“Did you make that red pendant in your bedroom?” he asked

“What?” Allison was taken aback. “You’ve been in my room?”

His silence was answer enough.

“You mean the red pendant that was made by my grandmother?” She said, disappointment in her voice.

“Your grandmother?” Lucian pondered. “Did you live in Cloudville when you were a kid?”

her the same question before. “My grandmother’s house is in Cloudville. I lived there when I was a kid. But then there was an earthquake, so I moved back

be the

his memones–could it be her?

girl she used to be. Or was it him

Severe in the morning, but cold

meal, Lucian didn’t leave. Instead, he sat on the couch, flipping through a book, while Allison, worn out from a

slid down, resting

Lucian looked up.

so peaceful, like a deer. He gently brushed her hair away from her face. This face was somewhat similar to Penelope

the top half of

felt something different about

herself in bed. Lucian was

her forehead, the fever was

head to the Flanagan’s to help out when Leah called her