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 hung up.

and clear, Noella began her morning routine, a series of stretches

she

morning exercises? Grandpa likes

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

house in a rural village, not nearly as grand as the Schnabel Manor.

courtyard, his movements fluid and graceful. He walked over to Noella and

you find another term of endearment?”

just one night, she’d wager the whole village

call you Noella. If I did the same, you

often crave to stand

words left little room for denial without seeming

be greeted by Maddox, who peeked his

carrying a plate of breakfast burritos, setting them on the

I didn’t expect you guys

be

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

not quite up

thought had Maddox eyeing Palmer with a touch of suspicion. “Ms.

back to Imperial City.

the young master can get a check–up too. Ah, no offense.

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heard you’re back

the city, quite a distance from Glen Village.

want with me?”

going before you run into him. It could get messy.” Maddox’s tone soured at the mention of the Fullers. “If it weren’t

he recounted

Noella come to harm, to clear the way for Belinda to have a

on the breakfast burrito,

dumped her beyond the international warzone, she never would have been found by

heartbroken. Vincent had never shown concern, even when she was still considered a part of their

dissolved. The person who loved her most in the world was

Schnabels embraced her like one of their own, and it was a revelation to her–she. of all people, could