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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married.”

whatever you

willing to treat him?”

to find the person to uncover the

case that self–proclaimed humanitarian

bigger secrets lurking behind these events, and Noella had to get to

of it.

with Thorpe, but I have

“What’s that?”

his hand around Noella’s slender waist, drawing her close to his side, almost flush against him, creating an intimate atmosphere that even the

have to take me

probably freak out if he

only wanted to see Lunaris for his brother’s treatment, not

a different pretext; he doesn’t know who I am. I don’t like the idea of my fiancée spending too much time with other men. I

was a doctor going to see a patient – what was there for him to be jealous about?

Was he nuts?

operated on your granddad last time, I took off his shirt and touched his chest. Go get jealous, then.”

shades of red and white, speechless at Noella’s retort, and for once, he seemed a

of mischief sparkled in Noella’s

lying in the ICU bed, slowly came

you’re awake. We can move

I end up here?”

was making notes, she explained. “You forgot? Last night, you insisted on

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the harbor back to Emerald County. You almost drowned, and Jasper brought

was puzzled. Swim from the harbor back to Emerald County? She wasn’t

a plan!

Otherwise, by now, the billion

rich or steal Noella’s thunder. Looked like

out, glancing down from the

Pollack is so devoted, visiting his grandfather at

drawn to her. Just a bit of sympathy and she could slip in how terribly the Schnabel

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

were downstairs, playing chess with a few silver–haired old gents. That meant Palmer

the room, even tugging at her clothing and

“Palmy, I’m here!”

his arms around Noella’s waist, whispering in her ear while she

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