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?”

is in Cloudville. I lived there when I was a kid. But then

looked lost. Could this be the same

from his memones–could

could she have changed so much? Vain, greedy–nothing like the innocent girl she used to be. Or was it him who

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

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

down, resting on his

Lucian looked up.

gently brushed her hair away from her face. This face was somewhat similar to Penelope

hand covering the top half of her

Lucian felt something different about

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

her forehead, the fever was

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

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