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

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

to see her, she might have silently

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

matter what, thank

leave but realized she was only wearing a bathrobe. How

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

got off the bed and headed to the

was thrown onto the bed, and the man pressed

what are you doing?”

her and said, “If you’re awake, then let’s

pupils dilated slightly. She felt the man’s impending

bathrobe was easily untied by the man and slipped off her shoulder. Before

man bit her collarbone.

you doing. Lucian?”

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

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

me, was it Terry? Dennis or Calvin–who was it? Who did

frowned in pain. So that’s what this