The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 212

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?”

reached out his touch scorching due to the fever, his palm pressing hotly against

you worry

he didn’t want her distracted on his account. But now that she was here, he yeamed for

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

didn’t worry about me at all, I’d be heartbroken,” Palmer said, his words blending jest with delirium, his voice thick with

“Go to sleep now. You don’t have to worry

to tell whether it was fatigue or happiness

he wouldn’t be heartbroken- did that mean… she did

slightly as she watched Palmer drift off to sleep again. She couldn’t shake 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

injuries seemed far more severe.

grasped by Palmer’s, and he pressed a

“Goodnight.”

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

Pollack Mansion, glanced

Noella will question how Boss caught a fever from such a minor injury? Probably not!”

the circumstances were somewhat convoluted. The outcome was the same,

Noella yawned as she descended the stairs, only to see Sienna holding

life being a tumultuous mother–in–law relationship, which now seemed to have reached a

it hurt, sweetheart? Don’t worry, I know several top plastic surgeons who can fix you right up!*

Sienna, Dr. Schnabel said he can take care of

downstairs, nearly stumbled at the mention,

10:55

questioned, “Since when did you pick up an

studying it, so

a

wonderful. Nothing beats Professor Calvin Malvina, you stay with us for a while. I’ll

Malvina’s presence. It was as

the Schnabel brothers‘ eyes held a hint of hostility, especially when they saw their sister helping

imitation “If Mr. Pollack isn’t

Palmer having a meal here? You’m the one who talks too much! Palmer, don’t

Sorry to worry you, Tristan, Just a small mishap during a site

“Now that you’re hurt, take a break from the company for a couple of days. The

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