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?”

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

lost. Could this be the same Allison he knew?

girl from his memones–could it be her?

Vain, greedy–nothing like the innocent girl she used to be. Or was it him who

seemed like a different person today. Severe in the morning, but cold and

couch, flipping through a book, while

down, resting on his shoulder.

Lucian looked up.

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

the top half of her face, he

felt something different about

in bed. Lucian was

forehead, the fever was gone

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