Chapter 103
The Billionaire’s Maid Bride
Allison didnât expect him to suddenly get close, which scared her so much that she freaked out, and it reminded her of the incident at the party when someone mistook her for Dr. Dylanâs girlfriend She felt her cheeks burning, quickly said âGoodnightâ, and bolted from the car.
Dr Dylan watched her retreating figure and couldnât help but chuckle.
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Seems like he scared her off.
He shook his head, started the car and drove offâ¦.
Meanwhile, a black Bentley parked in front of the Flanagan familyâs villa.
Lucian got out of the car, saw a figure in blue exiting from a black car, and bypassing the Flanagan family villa.
His eyes squinted slightly, recalling her holding Dr. Dylanâs arm and laughing joyfully tonight, he suddenly felt a bit grumpy.
It took Penelope quite a while before she said, âLucian, letâs go.â
âItâs late, I wonât go upstairs, he said indifferently.
Penelope had begged him to come visit her house, and he had already gotten out of the car. Why did he suddenly change his mind?
She wanted to ask, but seeing his icy gaze, she swallowed her words.
She managed a tender smile, âSee you tomorrow then.â
âCora is taking you to the hospital for a checkâup tomorrow.â
Penelope was taken aback, âTomorrow? So sudden?â Realizing her reaction was off, she quickly hid her panic, âMy mom took me to the hospital last week, I donâtâ need to go often, can you tell her that for meâ¦
As Lucianâs profound gaze swept over her, Penelope suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
The Lindberg family was so concerned about their offspring, this checkâup was clearly because they didnât trust her!
She had no choice but to agree, âAlright, Iâll trouble her tomorrow then.â
Lucian nodded, his eyes deep, as if recalling something, he asked, âPenelope, do you still remember two months ago, when we met at the Silver Star Hotel?â
âI remember, whatâs up?â
Lucian lit a cigarette, holding it between his slender fingers, the intermittently glowing ember made his eyes seem unfathomable, âYou said that day you were celebrating a friendâs birthday at the hotel?â
âYeah.â Penelope answered somewhat nervously, looking at his eyes, they seemed like a whirlpool that heightened her anxiety, she didnât understand why Lucian suddenly brought this up.
âWhat was the room number?â
Lucian asked while staring intently at her face, not missing any expressions, including her fleeting panic.
Lucian took a puff of his cigarette, the pale smoke momentarily obscuring his handsome face, Penelope quickly searched for an excuse in her mind, âIt was my friendâs brotherâs birthday, I went to celebrate for him that day, as for the room number⦠I canât rememberâ
His face was obscured by smoke, she couldnât see his gaze, only heard his voice, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry, âYou celebrated a birthday for a man, Penelope, I can get jealous.â
Heaning this, Penelopeâs unease finally settled down, she said with a shy smile, âLucian, how could I possibly only celebrate a birthday with one guy, actually there were several other friends with me.â
âReally?â He had a meaningful smile on his face, he extinguished his cigarette, and said, âYou should go rest.â
He recalled the information Shawn had found.
At the Silver Star Hotel, no one had a birthday that day, if there was a large group celebrating, the hotel would prepare a cake in advance, but there wasnât And the floor he was on that day, the eighth floor, was a business executive floor.
That day, there were only twelve guests on the eighth floor.
And Lucian was one of them