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?”

same question before. “My grandmother’s house is in Cloudville. I lived there

this be

his memones–could

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

Severe in the morning, but cold and

flipping through a book, while Allison,

down, resting

Lucian looked up.

He gently brushed her hair away from her face. This face was somewhat similar to Penelope Flanagan’s.

half of her face, he had

time Lucian felt something different about a

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

felt her forehead, the fever was

the Flanagan’s to help out when