The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Allison thought: Lucian was already engaged to Penelope, and he was always so sweet to her, a stark contrast to how he treated me. All his tenderness was for Penelope, and Penelope was even pregnant now. But if he truly loved Penelope, how could he end up in bed with me?

“You’re her fiancé, and you’re supposed to marry her.”

Heaning this, Lucian seemed to lose interest. He stood up, and she quickly closed her eyes, feeling her ears burning. Upon seeing this. Lucian chuckled, opened his wardrobe and changed into a new set of clothes.

“Allison, you know, rich folks have their way of life, and poor folks have theirs. Everyone has to put up with some shit.”

Besides, it wasn’t even certain if the child in Penelope’s belly was his. The Lindberg family was very strict about lineage. Until Penelope had given birth, he wouldn’t marry her.

Whether he would marry Penelope remained a big question mark.

That night, Penelope showed up at his hotel room. It certainly wasn’t a coincidence, and it wasn’t a birthday party for a friend either. He didn’t want to expose the truth because he owed Penelope for saving him.

He didn’t want Penelope to be linked with George Lindberg.

But if Penelope and George were in cahoots, he would not let it slide.

Penelope was at the door, but her calls to Lucian were not getting through.

She stomped her foot in frustration, wondering what Lucian was up to

She knocked on the door, but he didn’t answer

Had he drunk too much last night and was feeling ill now?

Probably

man who looked like a bellhop came over, “Ms. Flanagan, Mr. Lindberg asked me to

he leaving now?”

bellhop said, “Mr. Lindberg drank too much last night and is

so that was it

“Alright then.”

glanced at the door in front of her and then turned to leave.

Inside the bedroom.

the blanket to cover herself, watching Lucian was already dressed and feeling

was fixing his cuffs.

“In the bathroom.”

seen everything last night, but her cheeks were burning. She rushed to the bathroom. Her clothes were on the rack, but

the short

of the stick? It was me doing all the work. You were just enjoying

her cheeks instantly turned red

couldn’t win an argurpent with him.

“I didn’t.”

have a bad memory. Do you need me to jog it

my

a phone

time it wasn’t Lucian’s phone but Allison’s

from the nightstand and saw the

It was Jason.

“Hello.”

We’re about to leave for Pearl Island. Why aren’t you in your

bit too much last night? I