The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Allison glanced around. How did she end up in Lucian’s bedroom?

The guy lived in a small suite with a living room outside, where he had been chilling last night.

The bedroom was left for Allison.

Allison wrapped herself in the blanket, clutching the corner tightly. “How did I end up here?”

She recalled that she seemed to have lost her balance yesterday, falling off the deck, and then.

Her pupils dilated slightly. It must have been Lucian who saved her.

“Thanks, Mr. Lindbergh.”

“How should you thank me? Next time, if you want to off yourself, do it somewhere else. Don’t end your life in front of me and mess up my view, got it?”

Allison’s lips trembled slightly as she looked into Lucian’s eyes.

Did this guy really despise her that much?

remembering the truth or dare game last

at her, he already disliked her; this time, it’s probably a full–blown

see her, she might have silently left this

into the sea, even if it’s shallow, coupled with the numbness from alcohol, she would

matter what, thank you,

wearing

out of Lucian’s bedroom like this, wouldn’t

She got off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

next second, she was thrown onto the bed, and the man pressed

are you doing?”

at her and said, “If you’re awake, then let’s do what we should do when we’re awake.”

felt the

was easily untied by the man and slipped off her shoulder. Before she had time to react, a sharp pain struck her as

man bit her collarbone.

what are you doing.

her go and looked at her pained face, gripping

didn’t understand what was going on with this guy; all of a sudden, he seemed

was it Terry? Dennis or Calvin–who was it?

that’s what this was about.