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.”

agreed and

began her morning routine,

she exhaled

is into doing morning exercises? Grandpa likes them too.

at some point and had

Garden was just an old house in a rural village, not nearly as grand as the Schnabel Manor. Even from the

the window, landing deftly in the courtyard, his movements fluid and graceful. He walked over to Noella and gently touched his forehead to hers. “Good morning, my fiancée.”

another

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

people call you Noella. If I did the same, you might forget about

up. “Those unloved often crave to stand out. Please,

room for

to be greeted by Maddox, who peeked

burritos, setting them on the

didn’t expect you guys to be up this

could it be nothing happened last night?

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

gentleman not quite

touch of suspicion. “Ms. Noella, will you guys

to Imperial City. Grandpa’s being discharged from the

and maybe the young master can

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the Fuller family heard you’re back and they’re clamoring

Fullers lived in the city, quite a distance from Glen Village.

they want with

get messy.” Maddox’s tone soured at the mention of the Fullers. “If it weren’t for their

as he recounted the

been hell–bent on seeing Noella come to harm, to clear the way for Belinda to have a second child–a male heir. They’d concocted all manner of

the breakfast burrito, silent.

would

her hand, heartbroken. Vincent had never shown concern, even

of family truly dissolved. The person who loved her most

like one of their own, and it was a revelation to