Chapter 215

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?

Maybe, remembering the truth or dare game last night, abortions, promiscuity.

Tsk, countless insults came at her, he already disliked her; this time, it’s probably a full–blown hatred.

If he hadn’t happened to see her, she might have silently left this world last night.

She can’t swim; if she fell into the sea, even if it’s shallow, coupled with the numbness from alcohol, she would know nothing.

“No matter what, thank you, Mr. Lindbergh.”

Allison wanted to leave but realized she was only wearing a bathrobe. How could she walk out of this?

Walking out of Lucian’s bedroom like this, wouldn’t others overthink?

She looked around 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 grabbed her.

The next second, she was thrown onto the bed, and the man pressed down after her.

“Lucian, what are you doing?”

“Wake up?” The man looked at her and said, “If you’re awake, then let’s do what we should do when we’re awake.”

Her pupils dilated slightly. She felt the man’s impending outburst.

The next second, the bathrobe was easily untied by the man and slipped off her shoulder. Before she had time to react, a sharp pain struck her as the man bit her collarbone.

“Ah, what are you doing. Lucian?”

The man let her go and looked at her pained face, gripping her chin, saying, “You still remember that I’m Lucian.”

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

Lucian 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?”

Allison frowned in pain. So that’s what this was about.

Watching the man’s furious look, a faint smile appeared on her lips. She hoarsely said, “No.”

Lucian named a few more names.

She continued to shake her head with a smile.

“None of them.”

“Then who the hell was it?”

Allison looked at him and said, “Haven’t you thought it might be you?”

“Me?” The man sneered, “Allison, don’t play these low tricks in front of me. I only returned to the country in April of this year and have only met you a few times. The first time I slept with you, you were already not a virgin.”

He lowered his head, his voice almost in her ear: “If you really want to lie to me, make it more believable before you tell me.”

“Oh, so you knew I was lying to you, then why did you ask me?” She seemed a bit sarcastic. “It was too dark that night; I can’t remember what the man looked like”

The hand holding her chin tightened, seemingly angry. “Do you have no respect for yourself?”

“Respect myself?” Her eyes were clear and transparent, but with a hint of mockery, she asked “What’s the use of respecting myself? Can it fill my belly?”