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?”

there when I was a kid.

this be the

memones–could it be her?

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

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

on the couch, flipping through a book, while Allison, worn out from a

head naturally slid down,

Lucian looked up.

brushed her hair away from her face. This face was somewhat similar to Penelope Flanagan’s.

half of her face, he had a strange feeling.

Lucian felt something

up, she found herself in bed. Lucian was gone;

her forehead, the

was about to head to the Flanagan’s to help