Chapter 65

Her hands were balled into tight fists. “Our meeting was just a fluke I know you might not believe me, but I swear I didn’t deliberately seek you out. I know my place.” Allison said cautiously, eyes fixed on him you helped me out tonight, and I’m really grateful”

Lucian’s eyes were icy cold “And how do you plan on showing your gratitude”

Allison was at a loss How could she possibly express her thanks? He was rich and powerful, and she was just a regular girl trying to make ends meet What could she possibly do for him?

Allison didnt reply His keen eyes seemed to see right through her, filled with mocking sneer.

The belt in his hand lightly tapped her face. Tve met plenty of women like you, greedy and crafty It never ends well. Allison, don’t push it A hint of sadness crossed Allison’s eyes. “Don’t worry, Mr. Lindberg, I’ll remember your words. I won’t forget a single one.”

He stood up, his clothes were almost perfect, only his shirt was slightly wrinkled, presumably from Allison’s struggle.

He fastened his belt, picked up his coat, pulled out a few big bills from his wallet, and tossed them onto Allison’s face.

Allison picked them up. “Thanks for the tip. We look forward to seeing you again at the Red Jack Club”

Her voice was soft, but not coquettish, her tone indifferent, yet extremely pleasant.

Lucian had already reached the door when he suddenly stopped “Do you have a driver’s license?*

Allison glanced around the room, it was just him and her. He must be talking to her “I do” She replied. She learned to drive in college.

“Drive me home.”

“Eh?” Allison looked at his sturdy back. “Mr. Lindberg, how about I call you a driver?”

“Are you deaf? I said, drive me home!”

Allison made up her mind.

It was just driving, right?

Lucian’s car today was rather low–key. The interior was top–notch. Allison released the handbrake and slowly set off.

She knew how to drive, but it didn’t mean she could handle such a car This was her first time Allison was really nervous.

The car was slowly cruising on the road, other vehicles honked a few times. Every time she heard the horn, she would get scared, immediately hitting the brakes and letting them pass first “Mr. Lindberg, where are we headed?”

“Juniper Ridge”

Her fingers tightly gripped the steering wheel.

She bit her lip.

Juniper Ridge was the house Lucian and Penelope used after their marriage.

The car was slowly moving on the road.

Suddenly, Lucian groaned Allison looked at the rearview mirror. Lucian, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the backseat, had his eyes open now, pressing his fingers against his stomach, apparently in great discomfort.

*Mr. Lindberg, are you okay?”

Lucian didn’t respond, but his brows were furrowed.

The traffic light ahead turned red, and Allison stopped the car.

She turned around to find Lucian looking pale, beads of sweat dotting his forehead Allison had never seen him in such distress before. “Mr. Lindberg, I should take you to the hospital.”

“Back to Juniper Ridge Normally. Allison wouldn’t want to meddle, but seeing him in such pain, she just couldn’t….