Chapter 153
The Billionaire’s Maid Bride
Lucian scooped her up and strode forward. When he reached the entrance, he told James, âTake care of these folks for me, will ya?â
âGot itâ
James glanced at Randal sprawled out on the ground, his pain so severe heâd passed out like a fat pig.
He gave him a kick and muttered, âWhat on earth possessed you to cross Lucian?â
At the hospital, the doctor urgently treated Allisonâs forehead wound, then turned to the grim man and said, âSheâs not too badly hurt. Her wound has been stitched up and she needs to rest. She should wake up by tomorrow.â
âSir, your back woundâ¦â The nurse was cleaning her suturing tools when she noticed the blood seeping through Lucianâs silverâgrey shirt.
Lucian seemed unfazed by the pain.
âLet me treat that for you. The nurse offered.
The wound on Lucianâs back wasnât long, but it was deep. The nurse suggested an antibiotic shot. All the while, Lucianâs gaze remained on the hospital bed.
Allison looked pale. Her small face was obscured by a large bandage Lucian wasnât sure what he was feeling. Was he angry? Hell yes. The sight of that jerk trying to hurt Allison made him want to kill the guy on the spot.
Why was he so mad? Lucian clenched his lips, his emotions becoming clearer. He was starting to care about Allison.
âNo.. noâ¦â
Lucian closed his eyes to rest, only to be awakened by a womanâs whisper. It was the middle of the night.
Allison seemed to be caught in a dream; her face was pale and sweaty âNo, donâtâ¦
âWake up, Allison. Open your eyes!â
Suddenly, a deep voice shattered her dream, like a path appearing through the fog.
Allison opened her eyes. Her gaze fell on the manâs face. âLucianâ¦â She murmured, her lips pale and trembling.
Her eyelashes quivered. âItâs really youâ¦â
Sheâd had a long dream, and at the end of it, she saw a bright light and Lucian coming towards her Lucian smirked. âWho else did you expect? Your old flame, Dr. Dylan?â
Allison propped herself up on the bed, trying to sit up.
She leaned back against the headboard. âHow did you get here?â
âDidnât you call me?â
Allisonâs lips moved. In her confusion, she had called Lucian. Regardless, she said sincerely, âMr.
Lindberg, thank you.â
Her lips curled into a small smile, like the moonlight reflecting off water, which cast a soft glow.
Lucian was taken aback. Thank me? That requires sincerity.â
Allison seemed not to hear him. I feel dizzy and tiredâ¦
With that, she curled up under the covers like a cat and closed her eyes.
âMr. Lindberg, goodnight.â
Lucianâs lips twitched into a smile.
Goodnight?
He sat down in the chair, closing his eyes. The air was filled with the sweet scent of a woman. He figured it was better than any calming incense.