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?

the truth or dare game

he already disliked her; this time, it’s probably a

hadn’t happened to see her, she might have silently left this world last

she fell into the sea, even if it’s shallow, coupled with the numbness

thank you, Mr.

leave but realized she was only wearing a bathrobe. How could she walk

Lucian’s bedroom like this, wouldn’t others

they in the bathroom? She got off the bed and headed

next second, she was thrown onto the bed, and

are

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

felt the man’s impending

easily untied by the man and slipped off her shoulder. Before she had

bit her

what are you

and looked at her pained face, gripping her chin, saying, “You still remember that I’m

I remember Allison didn’t understand what was going on with this guy; all of a sudden,

tense. “Tell me, was it Terry? Dennis or Calvin–who was it? Who did you give your first

So that’s