The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 115

The spread prepared by Maddox was simple, but the home–cooked meals carried a warmth reminiscent of a quaint countryside.

Palmer savored each dish meticulously, as if reliving paths Noella had once wandered.

The modest garden was but a small patch of earth beneath a sprawling canopy of stars that invited one to get lost in their beauty.

“You must have been quite the picky eater as a child, eh?”

“How did you know?”

Palmer gestured to the meal. “These dishes look like they were plated separately. I saw Maddox with garlic and breadcrumbs on him earlier. Was he making pasties? Since he didn’t serve them, it means he knows you don’t like them.”

Those who remembered what she didn’t favor obviously catered to her palate when preparing other foods.

Old Mrs. Lambert never grumbled about her pickiness, except to joke that it might stunt her growth, yet she always cooked to her liking.

Now, the Schnabel family also remembered her preferences!

Noella gazed at her plate. The chicken legs and wings were deboned, leaving succulent meat that melted in her mouth. The golden broth, enriched with local herbs, was exceptionally delicious.

Perhaps the man before her was also the one who remembered what she loved most!

After the meal, Maddox came in to clear the dishes, lamp in hand. He checked Verdant Garden’s wiring, then slapped his forehead. “Shoot, Ms. Noella, seems like we got a bit of an electrical issue. Shall I get someone to fix it tomorrow?”

In his mind, a power outage meant fumbling in the dark, hands brushing against each other, and accidental collisions in the cramped space…

Just thinking about this scene alone made Maddox exited!

she would definitely become impatient when it came to dating in the future. The strategies he’s using

Old Mrs. Lambert’s spirit laughing

fuse box. Lifting her phone flashlight,

an old house; wiring issues are expected. Don’t bother

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this stuff,” Noella replied, heading to

it, knowing that Noella studied design and probably knew nothing about electrical work.

gloves, and examined

by the waist, sending an electric jolt through her that almost felt like a short circuit. As if sparks invisible in the night burst forth, scattering ripples

me do it

“You know how to do this?”

had to practice a lot outdoors for my graduate studies. Did I ever mention I designed

and the Schnabels, was always brilliantly lit, its

the Dragon Tower’s lights are too flashy, like a peacock’s

rarely turned it on. Now Sexton insisted on lighting it up every night, hoping Noella would feel the warmth of the Pollack family. Sexton believed that Noella might decide to join their family because of the

angle plate and chips, frowning slightly. “Has someone tampered with this?”

clearly warped, as if deliberately damaged with pliers.

shocked: she could tell it was sabotaged! He had caused the damage

no. Just an old circuit shorting

the tools from Palmer, her flashlight illuminating the circuit. She quickly fixed the wiring

warm yellow light filled the house. Old Mrs. Lambert’s

truly hadn’t expected Noella to

said, “Tomorrow, have an

and the young master rest up; I’ll prepare

if only Ms. Noella couldn’t fix the wiring, they