Chapter 146


    She asked twice in a row without getting an answer Looking up, she saw a man in a suit standing at


    the kitchen door


    Her kitchen was tiny, with just a fridge, a gas stove, and a small table with some storage shelves.


    “Lucian, I thought you had left?” she asked


    Lucian looked around “You live here?“*


    Allison frowned. “Haven’t you been here before?”


    There were only two bedrooms. One was hers and her mother’s; the other was originally her father’s


    and brother’s


    After they left, she and her mother slept separately, with her mother moving into the other room.


    Though the ce was small and dim, it was where Allison grew up. It held happy and warm memories


    for her.


    Lucian looked at Allison, who was about to cook, and said, “Make dinner for two.”


    Allison blinked, spoon in hand, walked out, and looked at the man sitting on the living room couch. His


    suit contrasted sharply with the simple furnishings here


    She even doubted that his suit might be worth more than her small apartment.


    “You’re eating here? Lucian, are you kidding me?” She muttered to herself, then returned to the kitchen


    and made an extra dinner


    Allison had been cooking since she was a child, so her cooking skills were pretty good.


    When she came out of the kitchen, Lucian was looking at a painting hanging on the wall.


    “This painting is by Connor nagan. Connor loved art and calligraphy when he was alive. My father


    used to be Connor’s driver” And her father was also Connor’s ‘adopted son. After Connor’s death, he


    intended to give the nagan family’s shares to Grace Zimmer–Kane, but Grace didn’t ept


    Allison didn’t understand why Grace didn’t ept.


    Her father’s and brother’s deaths were because of the nagan family.


    As a child, Allison heard the nagan family’s servants discussing the car ident that killed her


    father.


    But her mother always insisted it was just an ident.


    In the end, she went insane.


    Every time Allison asked about this, Grace would hit her.


    After that, she didn’t dare to ask again. But this matter always weighed on her heart.


    The smell of buming food wafted through the air, and Allison screamed, “Ah!”


    She immediately returned to the kitchen and turned off the stove.


    Lucian walked into Allison’s bedroom.


    Her room was simple, with a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a bookshelf with some storage shelves.


    There were a few pots of flowers by the window.


    But the room was clean. It was simple but orderly.


    Suddenly, he noticed a string of red woven charms hanging on the wall.


    Lucian frowned.


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    He reached out and took them. The weaving technique seemed like something not everyone would


    know.


    It was exactly the same as what he had seen among the ruins after an earthquake when he was a


    teenager.


    Allison had prepared dinner and ced it on the coffee table in the living room. There were no chairs in


    the living room; she usually ate there with Grace


    “Mr. Lindbergh, dinner is ready.”


    Lucian came out and was greeted by the smell of food. There were two tes of vegetable sandwiches


    and fried eggs on the coffee table. The aroma of the food was enticing. Lucian didn’t have much


    appetite originally, but now he felt a bit hungry