The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 746

Allison wrapped her arms around his waist, seeking comfort and answers.

"Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you didn’t want to go with me anymore."

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again," Lucian whispered, his voice deep and gravelly, as he bent down to kiss the top of her head. The day had thrown a curveball—he'd received a call summoning him to the Lindberg estate. After a quick chat in the old man's study, he found himself tangled in a lengthy discussion with the Flanagans in the parlor, his phone forgotten in another room.

"Just some family drama, but it's sorted now," he explained.

His hand reached out, slender fingers tracing the delicate curve of her cheek. Her skin, smooth and pale like fine porcelain, had gained a slight softness from days of resting at home. His fingers pinched gently, enjoying the jelly-like feel that he found utterly irresistible. "Let's go, we're still heading to the historic town."

He didn't want to burden Allison with the news of Penelope’s pregnancy.

Of course, he couldn’t keep it a secret forever.

But at least it wouldn’t spoil her mood right now.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she cast her gaze downward, the question lingering in her eyes.

"Are we still going?"

"Why wouldn’t we? It’s only been a couple of hours," he said, guiding her toward the bedroom. Her suitcase lay open on the floor, clothes scattered across the bed. He started packing them back neatly into the suitcase. "Need anything else?"

Allison shook her head.

"Yeah, it’s handled," Lucian squeezed her fingers reassuringly. "This week, I’m all yours."

A flicker of emotion danced in Allison’s eyes as she studied his profile. The tunnel they drove through cast shadows over his sharp features, and for a moment, his face was cloaked in darkness. His grip on her hand tightened before he let go to focus on driving. It wasn’t until they emerged into the bright light outside the tunnel that she could see him clearly again.

She pondered over the enigma that was Lucian. Did he harbor feelings for her as well, or was it all wishful thinking on her part? She was certain he cared for her to some extent, but his affection felt elusive, like mist she couldn’t grasp. She knew she wasn’t the only one he held dear.

Yet, she couldn’t help but yearn for his warmth, helplessly sinking deeper into her infatuation, too afraid to shatter the fragile illusion they shared.

For two years, she had been by Lucian’s side, never daring to ask whether he loved her, never bringing up Penelope for fear of a truth that might break her completely.

As Lucian merged onto the highway, the car hummed steadily along the open road. Allison reclined her seat slightly, then, remembering the fruit salad, she retrieved it from her bag. She had prepared it that morning, thinking that their trip to the quaint town might not happen after all.