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?

dare

he already disliked

she might

sea, even if it’s

matter what, thank you, Mr. Lindbergh.”

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

like this,

and didn’t see her clothes. Were they in the bathroom? She got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. When she walked

she was thrown onto the bed, and the man pressed down after

what are

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

slightly. She felt the

easily untied by the man and slipped off her shoulder.

bit

what are you doing.

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

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

stared at her, his eyes tense. “Tell me, was it Terry? Dennis or Calvin–who was it? Who did you

pain. So that’s

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