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?

dare game last night, abortions, promiscuity.

insults came at her, he already disliked her;

might have silently left this world last

can’t swim; if she fell into the sea, even if it’s shallow, coupled with the numbness from alcohol, she

what, thank you, Mr.

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

Lucian’s bedroom like

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

bed, and the man pressed down after her.

are

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

slightly. She felt

next second, the bathrobe was easily untied by the man and slipped off her shoulder.

bit

are you doing. Lucian?”

let her go and looked at her pained face, gripping her chin, saying,

on with this guy; all of a sudden, he

stared at her, his eyes tense. “Tell me, was it Terry? Dennis or Calvin–who was it? Who did you give your first time to?”

pain. So that’s what