The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison) novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124 

“Who are you? Yuliana.” Lucian groggily opened his eyes and stared at her. 

“I’m not Yuliana” Allison looked at him, struggling to hold up his arm “Are you awake? If you are, then get up and walk! Do you know how freaking heavy you are? Double overtime pay tonight is not easy peasy lemon squeezy‘ I should be in bed sleeping right now!” 

Suddenly, she slipped 

“Ahhh” She nearly fell down the stairs, but suddenly, an arm wrapped around her waist. Allison closed her eyes, bracing for the pain. But it never came. Instead, she heard him grunt 

She opened her eyes and found herself sprawled on top of him, or rather, Lucian had taken the hit for her. 

He squinted slightly Compared to the pain in his stomach, this was nothing. 

Looking at the woman on top of him, he asked, “Who are you?” 

His breath blew into her hair. Allison looked up. They were very close. His words were accompanied by the strong smell of alcohol all over her face. Her heart suddenly picked up speed. 

“Get up now.” 

Alter saying that, she got up and helped him back to the bedroom. He wasn’t fully awake, the smell of alcohol was strong, but at least he could walk and didn’t need Allison to drag him around. In the bedroom, she put him on the bed and was ready to leave. 

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. Allisons eyes widened in surprise as she fell towards him, their lips getting closer. Her eyes widened, her lashes quivered, and his alcoholic breath filled her lips, burning her brain. Allison shivered and quickly got up. 

But he still had a firm grip on her wrist. 

“Let go, Lucian, let go!” 

“Penelope‘ he mumbled. 

Allison was taken aback and stopped struggling. 

Did he think she was Penelope, and that’s why he kissed her? Her heart ached as though she had been stabbed 

“Penelope, what are you doing here?” Lucian frowned, his forehead covered in a cold sweat. One hand was gripping her slender wrist, the other pressed against his stomach. Allison waited for a moment, her other hand clenching into a fist, then slowly said, “You should rest.” 

She pulled her hand free and turned to leave. 

Inside the villa, Lucky, Lucian’s Alaskan Malamute, came running over when it heard the noise. 

She bent down and petted it, saying, “I’m leaving” 

Lucky barked. Allison petted it again: “I’m really leaving” 

Lucky bit into her trouser, trying to pull her upstairs as if it didn’t want her to leave. 

Allison frowned Lucky was nearly as heavy as her. Suddenly, she was pulled back and nearly fell over.