NovelEnglishChapter 288
Allison dodged his gaze, “I need to find some clothes, Where’s the one I was wearing from last night?”
“You can’t wear your clothes because they’re ripped He picked up a towel and wiped the water droplets
off his short hair.
Allison leaned against the wardrobe, the cold touch of the glass behind her bringing her back to her
senses. Her checks flushed. Thanks
“Thanks for what? Empty words do you no good. Action speaks louder than words. He glanced at her
beautiful face, lightly biting his teeth.
Allison’s eyes flickered, “Can I borrow one of your shirts?”
Five minutes later, Allison had changed into a black tracksuit. The man’s clothes were big, but the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttracksuit was meant to be loose anyway. Aside from the pants being a tad long, it fit her quite well.
As she prepared to leave, a voice sounded from behind her, Im hungry You cook”
She froze. She turned to look at the man heading towards the study. Was he telling her to cook?
Allison went downstairs and was surprised to find that this spacious 200-square-meter mansion had no
housekeeping staff.
Lucian had previously asked her to keep her distance, leaving their relationship at a stalemate. She
didn’t know how to face him, didn’t know how to interact with him. She had her secrets in her heart,
along with the dreams of her youth, and the pressures of life. But he had saved her now. Was it right for
her to just walk away?
Allison went to the kitchen. Everything was clean here; all the kitchenware looked brand new.
Opening the fridge, she found it stocked with every ingredient imaginable.
Allison washed her hands and started preparing breakfast. She cooked a bunch of dishes, enough to
feed four people. By the time she finished, an hour had passed.
She set the food on the dining table, glancing at the time before going upstairs to get Lucian. He should
be in his study.
She knocked softly on the door. There was no response.
Allison pushed the door open to find the man asleep on the sofa. The French windows were open,
letting a breeze in that rustled the beige curtains
She bent down to look at the sleeping man. Lucian had a handsome face perfect jawline, high nose,
and deep eyes. This flawless face was enough to make the heart of any high society girls in Nortfield
flutter. When he was asleep, his usual cold demeanor was gone, making him look more gentle.
Allison draped a blanket over him, watching him quietly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTime seemed to stand still in this moment.
Lucian had a dream in his dream, a faintly scented figure seemed to be right next to him. This light
fragrance put him at ease.
A phone rang
Allison saw the man’s phone vibrating on the coffee table. The screen showed Penelope’. Her eyes
narrowed slightly
Lucian opened his eyes and slowly sat up. When he looked up, his eyes met Allison’s
Allison stuttered out, I’ve made breakfast.”
The man’s voice was a little hoarse, “Okay”
He picked up the phone on the table and answered it. He didn’t seem to have any intention of avoiding
Allison.
Allison prepared to leave, but perhaps because the room was too quiet, she could hear the voice on
the other end of the phone.
Penelope was whining, “Lucian, my foot really hurts.”
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