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?”

I lived there when I was a kid. But then there was an earthquake, so I moved

Could this be the same Allison he knew?

from his memones–could it

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

today. Severe in

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

down, resting

Lucian looked up.

peaceful, like a deer. He gently brushed her hair away from her

top half of her face, he had a

first time Lucian felt

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

her forehead, the fever was gone

head to the Flanagan’s to help out when