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?”

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

lost. Could this be the same Allison he

girl from his memones–could it

greedy–nothing like the innocent girl she used to

today. Severe in the morning, but cold and gentle in

his meal, Lucian didn’t leave. Instead, he sat on the couch, flipping through a book, while Allison, worn out from

down, resting on his

Lucian looked up.

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

hand covering the top half of her face, he had

time Lucian felt something different

she found herself in bed. Lucian was gone; she had no idea when he had left.

felt her forehead, the

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