Chapter 67

Palmer was feeling a bit of regret. He reached out, twirling a strand of Noella’s hair that had fallen across her face between his fingers. “If we were somewhere else, say in the international warzones, their fate wouldn’t have been so lucky.”

In the international warzones, he was known as Vocalist, the fearsome leader of a killer organization. Those who fell into his hands usually had one inevitable outcome!

Death!

The Lambert family should count their blessings for having raised Noella for nearly nineteen years. Otherwise, what they would face from him wouldn’t be so lenient!

Palmer squinted slightly, shielding the sunlight from Noella’s eyes, coaxing her to look into his.

“I’m thinking of bankrupting the Rosenberg family. Would my dear fiancée mind?”

“Why would I mind?”

What did she have to do with the Rosenberg family? Even if Milford had been betrothed to her in childhood, his fiancée in question was “Ms. Lambert“, not her personally.

“You don’t need to tell me what you’re up to. Aren’t you already on it?”

Noella was speechless.

Did Palmer have a screw loose or something? Every single day, whatever he was up to, he would shoot her a message. Photos of his meals, videos from his schmoozing sessions, even updates on whom he’s met – and if she didn’t text back, he would call up to ask!

She had no choice but to reply with a sentence or two every time Palmer texted her. This back–and–forth meant she was pretty much clued into his daily doings.

Palmer chuckled.

This little ingrate – he shared everything with her, and she couldn’t get the hint?

“I’m keeping you in the loop to put your mind at ease and also to keep myself on your mind. Since you’re not used to missing me, I can work on that!”

She w

wasn’t used to having him around, which was fine! He was going to gradually make her get

used to it.

“Thorpe sent me a message, hoping I’d give up Lunaris‘ consultation rights. What do you think, my dear fiancée?”

“Can’t you call me something else?”

Always with that title, it was like the whole world knew she was his betrothed. Noella felt her face burning with embarrassment.

“Sure, how about ‘babe‘? ‘Honey“? I’m open to other nicknames, but I’d prefer them after we’re

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Chanter ba

married.”

me whatever you

willing to

the Heartfelt Orphanage in his hands, and she needed to find the person to uncover the truth about the past. With families like the Schnabels, she doubted they

was Elara’s case that self–proclaimed humanitarian doctor also came

bigger secrets lurking behind these events, and

of it.

in touch with Thorpe, but I have one

“What’s that?”

close to his side, almost flush against him, creating an intimate atmosphere that even the air seemed

you go see Thorpe, you have to take me

out if he sees

wanted to see Lunaris for his brother’s

know who I am. I don’t like the idea of my fiancée spending too much

see a patient – what was there for him

Was he nuts?

took off

shades of red and white, speechless at Noella’s

glint of mischief sparkled in Noella’s

the ICU bed, slowly

can move you to a

I end

she explained. “You forgot?

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Chapter 67

County. You almost drowned, and Jasper brought you here. You’re fine

from the harbor back to Emerald County? She wasn’t aware

a plan!

and spoiled her chance. Otherwise, by now, the billion dollars would be

he didn’t want her to strike it rich or steal Noella’s thunder. Looked like she needed to find some other business

out, glancing down from the

is so devoted, visiting his grandfather at the hospital every

her now, all frail and with a touch of sorrow, he would surely be drawn to her. Just a bit of sympathy and she could slip in how terribly

regular ward, the nurse left. Yvonne slipped away quietly. heading

chess with a few silver–haired old gents. That meant Palmer was alone in the

as she hurried along, reaching the door to the room, even

“Palmy, I’m here!”

Palmer had his arms around Noella’s waist, whispering in her ear while she occasionally responded,

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