Chapter 52
The Billionaire’s Maid Bride
âSheâs had a fever, Iâve treated her, James perched on the coffee table, âWhoâs this chick, werenât you supposed to be at Penelopeâs birthday bash today? How come youâre here with a woman..
âNow that sheâs fine, you can leave, Lucian picked up his coffee cup Really, youâre so cold I came to help this little beauty, and now that sheâs been treated, youâre kicking me out?â
Lucian smiled dismissively. âAm I supposed to invite you to dine here?â
111 pass. Iâm out,â James walked out of the bedroom, stretching out his arm to pat Shawnâs shoulder, âMr. Brummett, whoâs that woman?â
Even Shawn had no clue.
âSheâs just a regular girl, and Iâm not sure either.â
âReally?â
Really Mr. Lindberg just got off the plane. Heâs been working non stop these days just to make it to todayâs party. But on the way to Sunset Hotel, I almost hit this lady, and she passed out, so Mr.
Lindberg suggested we come back hereâ
âHave to say, Lucianâs taste hasnât changed a bit,â James said, âHe still likes innocent young girls, just like Yuliana Crane back in the dayâ Hearing that name, Shawnâs heart almost jumped out of his chest.
He quickly said, âDr. Burke, please donât mention that name casually if Mr. Lindberg hears itâ¦â
James raised an eyebrow, âI gotcha.â
x As dawn approached, the rain gradually lessened.
Allison opened her eyes. Because of the sickness, her vision was a bit blurry, and she felt completely worn out. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.
Where was this The decor was in cold tones.
The silverâgrey cashmere carpet was the same as the one at Juniper Ridge.
The furniture and the interior design style here were similar to Juniper Ridge but not exactly the same She seemed to have seen Lucian in her dream.
Could it be that it wasnât a dream?
Allison sat up, noticed an IV in her hand, quickly pulled out the needle, and staggered out.
She was sure this was Lucianâs place She had been to Juniper Ridge as Penelope, the interior design style here was too similar to Juniper Ridge, it was totally his style.
Allison ran down the stairs as if chased by a wild beast.
In the living room, Lucian was reading a book. He looked up to see the panicâstricken woman.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked âAre you awake?â
Then he saw the womanâs eyes filled with fear, and her face turned pale at once.
Allison was trembling involuntarily, this was truly Lucianâs homeâ¦.
Wasnât he supposed to be on a business trip? Why was he here?
How did she run into him?
Shouldnât he be at Penelopeâs birthday party even if he returned early?
âYou fainted before my car, and I saved you.â Lucian closed his book, casually placed it on the sofa, then stood up and walked towards her And Allison, she was stepping back.
âIâm sorry. Mr Lindberg, I have to goâ
This is the suburbs, thereâs no transportation at night, where do you plan to go?â Lucianâs gaze suddenly fell on the womanâs bare feet, her toes were polished and stuny, stepping on the ash colored carpet. They looked even more like topâgrade jade, delicate and exquisite Allison said. âThatâs none of your concern Even if it meant walking, she wanted to go home. Here, she felt even more terrified.
She forced herself to walk out.
Lucianâs face turned even more somber, she kept appearing in his line of sight, deliberately drawing has attention. Thereâs no denying that even while he was on business, her face kept popping up in his mind, even repeatedly mistaking her for Penelope.