The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 202

Lucian and Allison locked lips for two whole minutes in public. How the hell did that happen?

Everyone's eyes were on Penelope, Lucian’s legit fiancée, while Allison was just a maid of the Flanagan family. This was sure to stir up some drama.

Penelope bit her lip hard. "Let's just chalk it up to a little joke, shall we?”

"How can we let this slide? That's not what we agreed on before the game started." A socialite complained, "It was supposed to be a thrilling game, Luca; you can't just weasel your way out."

"Exactly. Luca never cuts corners in business. It's just a game; don't tell me you can't handle it."

Penelope's hand under the table clenched into a tight fist. She was about to explode with anger at these people!

Nathalie and Sabina exchanged glances, never thinking that the holders of the Ace of Hearts would be Lucian and Allison.

Especially Nathalie; she was kicking herself. Penelope must be blaming herself internally.

Allison was sitting across from Lucian, divided by a not-so-wide table. The man was looking at her, their eyes meeting.

The crowd began to chant.

"Kiss! Kiss!"

"Kiss!"

"Make out! Make out!"

Penelope clutched her hand anxiously and said, "Lucian."

Lucian stood up, and Penelope immediately grabbed his hand. "Lucian!"

But the man ignored her and walked around the table to Allison. Allison's heartbeat accelerated; she never imagined such a thing would happen here. The man slowly leaned over, every inch closer making her breath hitch, his hands in his pockets, his shirt collar a bit loose. He wasn't wearing a tie, looking a bit casual.

He leaned in, his lips near her ear.

Allison's heart was in her throat.

He downed two bottles in a row, his voice a bit hoarse: "You guys carry on; I'm out."

Penelope said with some worry, "Lucian, are you okay?"

Lucian waved his hand, walked over to a lounge chair, and sat down.

After Lucian left, Nathalie started to mock: "I knew it; who would want to kiss a maid? Just the thought of it makes me sick. So embarrassing."

"Yeah, a country bumpkin. I heard her mother is sick; who knows what kind of diseases she's carrying?"

Some of the socialites who were friendly with them chimed in.

Allison seemed to be wearing a mask, expressionless; she had gotten used to such taunts.

But when they mentioned her mother, her eyes turned a bit cold.