The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 115

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!

stubborn, and that she would definitely become impatient when it came to dating in the

of Old Mrs. Lambert’s spirit laughing

approached the fuse box. Lifting her phone

Don’t bother with

Chapter 115

some tools for fixing this stuff,” Noella replied, heading to

think much of it, knowing that Noella studied design and probably knew nothing about

donning insulating gloves, and

like a short circuit. As if sparks invisible in the night burst forth, scattering

me do it if you can’t see well.

inexplicably. “You know how to do

graduate studies. Did I ever mention I designed Dragon Tower’s wiring myself? Maybe you

and the Schnabels, was always

lights are

the lighting but rarely turned it on. Now Sexton insisted on lighting it up every night, hoping Noella would feel the

chips,

warped, as if deliberately damaged with

He had caused the

shorting out

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

a warm yellow light filled the house. Old Mrs. Lambert’s portrait in the hall seemed more peaceful

truly hadn’t expected Noella to be so

said, “Tomorrow, have an electrician replace some parts. Many are worn.”

and the young master rest up;

only Ms. Noella couldn’t fix the wiring,

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