Chapter 447
The Billionaire’s Maid Bride
Allison thought when she picked up the call, the first thing the guy would do was question her or even warn her straight away. But surprisingly, his voice came through, âAre you enjoying your meal?â
Allison was taken aback, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. âItâs okay.â
âYou can go to any Lindberg Corporation restaurant in the future. Thereâs a card in my bedroom. You can eat for free at all their places.â Lucian said.
Allison asked, âWhat if I clean out a Lindberg Corporation jewelry store?â
Lucian answered, âIf you like, I can have Shawn send over the latest and most luxurious pieces from Lindberg Corporationâs jewelry line right now.â
âNever mind.â Allison said, âAs you know, Iâm not into all that fancy stuff.â
âAre you getting ready for work now?â Allison asked. Going by Britainâs time zone, it should be morning for Lucian. Allison glanced at her watch, figuring Lucian must have flown to Britain for some important business. He couldnât possibly be calling her for a chat this early in the morning.
Allison went on, âYou should go take care of your business. I wonât disturb you.â
âAllison.â He called her name. Hearing her steady breathing and chattering in the background, it hit him.
Heâd been fooled. This woman didnât go to the bathroom at all. âIs it fun to trick me, Allison?â Lucian asked.
âPretty fun. I didnât ask you to call me.â Allison hadnât expected to be discovered just as she was about to end the call.
Silence on the other end lasted for a few seconds. Allison bit her lip, thinking he was angry. Then she heard Lucian say, âIâll be back on Wednesday.â
Allisonâs lashes fluttered, âIâll wait for you.â
After hanging up, Daisy let out a long sigh of relief, âSo, did Mr. Lindberg get mad?â
âNo, Mr. Lindberg said heâs got a big gift lined up for you.â Allison said.
Daisy said, âThatâs good. You have no idea, my heart was pounding when I picked up the call. His aura can intimidate me even through the phone screen. I canât fathom how you deal with him on a daily basis.â
Seeming to think of something, Daisy lowered her voice, âIs Mr. Lindberg always this cold in bed?â
Allisonâs face turned red in an instant. She glared at Daisy, âDaisy, can you be serious?â
âIsnât this a serious question?â Daisy asked.
She went on, âWhatâs there to hide? Or is he not cold, but passionate? No way, he doesnât look the type. I saw online someone saying Lucian has a high nose bridge and long big hands, which meansâ¦â
Allison cut her off as her words grew more outrageous, âThatâs enough. Itâs okay.â
Daisy grew more excited, âWhat do you mean itâs okay? How good is it?â
Allison rolled her eyes and put a piece of vegetable in Daisyâs bowl, âEat your food. You can discuss this sort of thing with the eldest son of the Boswell family in a few days.â
Hearing the name of the Boswell familyâs eldest son, Daisyâs mood deflated like a punctured balloon.
She bit into her vegetable, sighing, âAh, I feel like a bird in a cage. Frances Boswell? He probably canât even perform in that department anymore. Poor me. And Iâm still so young.â
Daisyâs voice was neither loud nor soft, just a simple complaint.
The restaurant was bustling. The grand opening attracted a lot of customers, filling over seventy tables.
Allison and Daisy were seated by the window, in a booth. The booth behind them was also close to theirs.
Wilton had just taken a sip of beer when he heard a womanâs complaint from behind. He suddenly choked, almost spitting out his beer.
His friend quickly handed him a tissue, asking, âWilton, are you okay?â
Wilton wiped his mouth and said, âIâm fine.â