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

lost. Could this be the same Allison he

from his memones–could it be

girl she used to be. Or was it him who got

today. Severe in

he sat on the couch, flipping through a book, while Allison, worn out from a continuous fever,

head naturally slid down, resting on his shoulder.

Lucian looked up.

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

half of her face,

felt something different

she found herself in bed. Lucian was gone; she had

forehead, the fever

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

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