The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 212

Palmer’s voice was a jumble of tones.

1.she

Noella wanted to pull her hand away, but remembering Palmer’s wrist was still wounded and any tug might cause it to bleed again, decided against it

“Palmer?”

Palmer slowly opened his eyes, his gaze foggy, but at least he was awake.

“Noella? Wasn’t I just dreaming? How come you’re here?”

Instead of answering his question, Noella picked up the water glass from the nightstand and handed it to him.

“Take your medicine”

“Alright”

Noella watched Palmer swallow his medicine and helped him lie back down.

His eyes, typically deep and impenetrable, now sparkled with a vivid luster, following her every move without shifting away even for a

moment

Feeling her cheeks heat under his gaze, Noella suddenly recalled what Annie had said earlier.

“Boss wanted to head to Polaris Star to dig up some dirt on your past. He figured if he didn’t, you would.”

Was he so set on handling dangerous matters himself just because he felt they were too perilous for her?

Gazing at the frail Palmer before her, she noticed his pallor, yet his fever made his eyes moist and vulnerable, his gaze fixed on her.

“1 seem to recall telling Annie not to disturb you, yet she still called you. Sorry for interrupting your sweet dreams.”

“Why didn’t you want me to come?”

touch scorching due to the

tell me, do you worry about me?”

yet he didn’t want her distracted on his account. But now that

slightly, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, as elusive as the moon still hanging outside the

be heartbroken,” Palmer said, his words blending jest with delirium, his voice thick with

she tucked Palmer back under the covers. “Go to sleep now.

was hard to tell whether it was fatigue or happiness

said he wouldn’t be heartbroken- did that mean… she did worry about him, even just a little

the feeling that Palmer’s fever wasn’t due to his wound, but rather from catching a chill. His wound wasn’t inflamed; the lever seemed more

far

she felt her hand grasped by Palmer’s, and he pressed a burning kiss into her

“Goodnight.”

hand, yanked the covers over Palmer’s face, and left the room

Mansion, glanced back

Noella will question how Boss caught a fever from such a minor

though the circumstances were somewhat convoluted. The outcome was the

she descended the stairs, only to see Sienna holding Malvina

was soft–hearted, her greatest trial in life being a tumultuous mother–in–law relationship, which now seemed to have reached a sweet resolution. Seeing the burn scars on Malvina, Sienna’s tears flowed

several top plastic surgeons who can fix

Schnabel said he can take care

downstairs, nearly stumbled at the mention, nearly missing the

10:55

when did you pick up an interest in bum treatment? Change of research topic?

to regain composure Thofessor Calvin has been studying it, so I thought Td

had a solution. Sienna also relaxed.

Professor Calvin Malvina, you stay with us for a

was as if her joining them at the table was the most natural

at the breakfast table, the Schnabel brothers‘ eyes held a hint of hostility, especially when they saw their sister helping him with his food due to

imitation “If Mr. Pollack isn’t well, he should stay in the hospital instead.

You’m the one who talks too much! Palmer, don’t mind him. Have some more to eat. How did you get hurt all of a sudden?”

to worry you, Tristan, Just a small mishap during a site inspection at work,

from the company for a couple of days. The place will run without you. Stay home