Chapter 18


    Allison quickly cut him off, “Not necessary, my friend’s driver is on the way; they’ll take me home.”


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    She clutched her phone nervously, her palms instantly drenched in sweat.


    There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Lucian finally said, “Alright”


    Allison heaved a sigh of relief, trying to chat with Lucian as casually as possible before hanging up.


    Minutester, Daisy’s driver was nowhere in sight. But a pair of car headlights lit up in front of her.


    A ck Bentley slowly pulled up.


    When Allison saw the license te, she froze for a few seconds.


    That was Lucian’s car! Didn’t he say he wasn’ting? Why did he suddenly appear?


    The man in the car looked through the window. His gaze was urately fixed on Allison before slowly


    winding down the window.


    Allison had no idea why Lucian suddenly appeared here and she didn’t dare look him in the eye. Just


    as she was about to find a ce to hide, Daisy excitedly grabbed her arm.


    “Allison!” Daisy called out.


    Allison felt a headacheing on. She reluctantly looked at Lucian and braced herself to say, “Mr.


    Lindberg.”


    “Why haven’t you gone home yet? It’ste.” Lucian asked, his tone neutral.


    But Allison could hear the unspoken words.


    In Lucian’s eyes, she was now Allison, not “Penelope“.


    Having sorted out her thoughts, Allison’s tone became much more rxed. Sheughed and said, “We


    just finished shopping and didn’t. expect it to rain.”


    The rainy night brought a touch of a chill


    Lucian watched the girl’s sudden smile; it felt like a ray of sunshine piercing through the dark clouds.


    Daisy seized the opportunity to ask, “Are you busy now, Mr. Lindberg? There’s going to be traffic due to


    the rain and our driver might bete. Can you give us a lift?”


    Allison’s smile froze instantly.


    Daisy was just asking for trouble! She was digging her own grave!


    She tried to rectify the situation, “Daisy, Mr. Lindberg is very busy; we can just take a taxi…”


    “Get in the car.” Lucian’s indifferent voice cut her off.


    Before she could refuse, Daisy had already dragged her by the arm, opened the car door, and pushed


    her in, muttering. “What taxi? I know you, you’re just stingy. Besides, if you dy any longer, the


    nagans will bully you again when you get home.”


    Lucian, sitting in the driver’s seat, furrowed his brow slightly upon hearing this.


    He looked at Allison, who had been forced into the car, through the rear–view mirror. As she


    inadvertently lifted her eyes, their gazes met, and then Allison quickly averted her gaze.


    She kept her head down for the rest of the time until Daisy got out of the car, leaving just the two of


    them.


    Perhaps it was Allison’s imagination, but she felt the car was going much slower than before.


    At a red light, Lucian casually lit a cigarette. The rain had lessened considerably and he cracked the


    window a bit for venttion, “Do the nagans often bully you?”


    “What?” Allison was taken aback.


    She sat in the backseat and the air around her filled with the scent of rain and tobo. She quickly


    nced at Lucian, realizing he must’ve heard Daisy’sment, and quickly said, “Not at all, the


    nagans are very kind to me.”


    Lucian finished his cigarette in silence, just in time for the traffic light to turn green. He restarted the car,


    “Allison, it seems you’re quite afraid of me*


    “Mr. Lindberg, you’re mistaken. I’m just a servant and you’re an esteemed guest of the nagans. My


    feelings towards you are nothing but respect.” As she said this, Allison’s hands rested on herp and


    tightened slightly.


    She was well aware of the vast gap between her and Lucian. If it weren’t for Penelope’s sudden alcohol


    allergy, she wouldn’t have had the chance to interact with such a man.


    This huge gap made Allison constantly vignt.


    Finally, she added, “And… you’re my mistress’s fiancé.”


    She was telling the truth, but it wasn’t what Lucian wanted to hear.


    He frowned but said no more.


    When the car pulled up at the vi, Allison’s tense expression finally rxed a bit. She thanked Lucian


    politely before turning to enter the


    vi.


    Inside the car, Lucian watched her retreating figure for a long while.


    He then turned off the car, opened the door, and followed her in.