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

brisk and clear, Noella began her morning routine,

her routine, she exhaled deeply.

like my fiancée is into doing morning exercises? Grandpa likes them too.

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

rural village, not nearly as grand as the Schnabel Manor. Even from the second story,

vaulted from the window, landing deftly in the courtyard, his movements fluid and graceful. He walked over to Noella

you find another term of

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

call you Noella. If I did the same, you

often crave

words left little room for denial without seeming unreasonable.

Maddox, who peeked

came in carrying a plate of breakfast burritos, setting them on the small stone table in the courtyard.

expect you guys to

be nothing

as if he’d let Old Mrs. Lambert down,

gentleman not quite up to

eyeing Palmer with a touch of suspicion. “Ms.

to head back to Imperial City. Grandpa’s being discharged from

nodded. “Good, and maybe the young master can get a check–up too. Ah,

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you’re back

in the city, quite

want with

and is likely cooking up some scheme. Best to eat up and get going before you run into him. It could get messy.” Maddox’s tone soured at the mention of the Fullers. “If it weren’t for their constant pestering of Old Mrs.

as he recounted the past..

clear the way for Belinda to have a second child–a male heir. They’d

nibbled on the breakfast burrito, silent.

stolen her away and dumped her beyond the international warzone, she never would have been found by the Polaris Star! All the darkness she’d

hadn’t asked questions, just wept, holding her hand, heartbroken. Vincent had never shown concern, even when she was still considered a part of their family. From that moment, she felt like she was without

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

it was a revelation to