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 hung up.

the yard, the morning breeze brisk and clear, Noella began her morning routine, a series of stretches and exercises to tune

routine, she exhaled

into doing morning exercises? Grandpa likes them too. You two can exercise

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

not nearly as grand as the Schnabel Manor. Even from

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

you find another term

the whole village

I did

unloved often crave to stand out. Please, indulge my

little room for denial without

who peeked his head

of breakfast burritos, setting them on the

expect you guys to be up this

be nothing

if he’d let Old Mrs. Lambert down, after

this gentleman not quite

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

Imperial City. Grandpa’s being discharged from

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

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Fuller family heard you’re back and they’re clamoring to see you.”

lived in the city, quite a distance from

they want with me?”

Maddox’s tone soured at the mention of the Fullers. “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

as he recounted the past..

seeing Noella come to harm, to clear the way for Belinda to have a second child–a male heir. They’d concocted

nibbled on the breakfast burrito,

Fullers hadn’t 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 experienced

returned, Old Mrs. Lambert hadn’t asked questions, just wept, holding her hand, heartbroken. Vincent had never shown concern, even when she was still

Noella’s sense of family truly dissolved. The person who loved her most in the

one of their own, and it was