The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 52

"She's had a fever; I’ve treated her," James perched on the coffee table, "Who's this chick, weren't you supposed to be at Penelope's birthday bash today? How come you're here with a woman..."

"Now that she's fine, you can leave," Lucian picked up his coffee cup.

"Really, you're so cold. I came to help this little beauty, and now that she's been treated, you're kicking me out?"

Lucian smiled dismissively, “Am I supposed to invite you to dine here?”

“I’ll pass. I’m out,” James walked out of the bedroom, stretching out his arm to pat Shawn’s shoulder, “Mr. Brummett, who’s that woman?”

Even Shawn had no clue.

“She’s just a regular girl, and I’m not sure either.”

“Really?”

“Really. Mr. Lindberg just got off the plane. He’s been working non-stop these days just to make it to today’s party. But on the way to Sunset Hotel, I almost hit this lady, and she passed out, so Mr. Lindberg suggested we come back here.”

“Have to say, Lucian’s taste hasn’t changed a bit,” James said, “He still likes innocent young girls, just like Yuliana Crane back in the day.”

Hearing that name, Shawn’s heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He quickly said, “Dr. Burke, please don’t mention that name casually if Mr. Lindberg hears it...”

James raised an eyebrow, “I gotcha.”

...

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 silver-grey 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.

How did she run into him?

Shouldn't he be at Penelope's birthday party even if he returned early?

"You fainted before my car, and I saved you." Lucian closed his book, casually placed it on the sofa, then stood up and walked towards her.

And Allison, she was stepping back.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lindberg, I have to go."

"This is the suburbs; there’s no transportation at night; where do you plan to go?" Lucian's gaze suddenly fell on the woman's bare feet; her toes were polished and shiny, stepping on the ash-colored carpet. They looked even more like top-grade jade, delicate and exquisite.

Allison said, "That's 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.

Lucian's face turned even more somber; she kept appearing in his line of sight, deliberately drawing his attention. There's no denying that even while he was on business, her face kept popping up in his mind, even repeatedly mistaking her for Penelope.