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?”

remembered this man asking her the same question before. “My grandmother’s house is in Cloudville. I lived there when I

Could this be

from his memones–could it

much? Vain, greedy–nothing like the innocent girl

understand why Lucian seemed like a different person today. Severe in the morning, but

through a book, while Allison, worn out from

naturally slid down, resting on

Lucian looked up.

her hair away from her face. This face was somewhat

of her

time Lucian felt something different about a

bed. Lucian was gone; she had no

her forehead, the fever

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