The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 117

His breath was hot against her skin, his breathing growing more urgent by the second. The warmth of it caressed Noella’s neck.

“Let go, or I won’t hesitate to give you a thrashing!”

Palmer chuckled helplessly. “I know my fiancée fancies a spar, but it’s quite the mood killer in this setting.”

Mood killer?

She was practically trapped in his embrace, unable to move an inch! And he had the nerve to call it a mood killer? If it weren’t for the fact that the house’s renovations had left the structure less than stable, her fist would have already made contact with his face!

With a gentle yet firm grip, Palmer’s hands encircled her slender waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the bed.

The room was dark, and her bed was unusually high. Palmer sat cross–legged on the floor mat, gazing up at her. His eyes seemed to hold endless moonlight, merging with the silver glow from the window, casting an indescribable tenderness.

“Just sleep here, alright? Let’s not disturb Grandma by going to her room, okay?”

Old Mrs. Lambert’s room was small, and besides, without Noella, he had no particular inclination to stay at someone else’s place.

He was here solely for Noella.

With that said, Noella lay back down.

The moonlight poured through the window, and she slept dreamlessly.

In the morning. Noella rose quietly to answer a call in the yard, careful not to wake the still–sleeping Palmer.

“Boss, Ulrich and that guy with a scar face are almost across the bortler. Should we keep tailing them?”

“Keep on them, don’t let anything happen to Ulrich.”

“We’re checking out the address Thorpe gave us, and something’s off.”

“What’s wrong?” Noella frowned.

“According to this prison timeline, the man we’re looking for might be another brother of Thorpe’s.”

Another brother? The one who had dealings with Toxic Monarch and got nabbed at the bar, the fake Thorpe?

“Review all the surveillance footage from that night. I need more info on this guy and keep me

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updated.”

and

her morning routine, a series of

she exhaled deeply.

doing morning exercises? Grandpa likes them too. You

gaze. He’d awoken at some point and had been watching her

Garden was just an old house in a rural village, not nearly as grand as the

and graceful. He walked over to Noella and gently touched his forehead

find another term

one night, she’d wager the whole village knew she’d brought home a

did the same, you might forget about me.”

“Those unloved often crave to stand

left little room for denial without seeming unreasonable.

turned away, only to be greeted by Maddox, who peeked his

setting them

you guys to

it be

let Old Mrs. Lambert down, after assuring her he’d make

not quite up to

of suspicion. “Ms. Noella, will you guys be leaving today?”

head back to Imperial City.

“Good, and maybe the young master can

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you’re back and they’re clamoring to

quite a distance

want with me?”

“If it weren’t for their constant pestering of Old Mrs. Lambert, and almost taking you away, she wouldn’t have fallen ill. That year, they whisked you. away, barred Old Mrs. Lambert from

flared as he recounted the past..

Fullers had been hell–bent on seeing Noella come to harm, to clear the way for Belinda

the breakfast

hadn’t stolen her away and dumped her beyond the international warzone, she never would have been

hadn’t asked questions, just wept, holding her hand, heartbroken. Vincent had never shown concern, even when she was still considered a part of

Lambert passed, Noella’s sense of family truly dissolved. The person who loved her most in the world was

was a