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?”

touch scorching due to the fever, his palm pressing hotly against Noella’s cheek.

do you worry about

didn’t want her distracted on his account. But

smile playing on his lips, as elusive as the moon still

be heartbroken,”

the covers. “Go to sleep now. You don’t have to worry about a broken heart. Yours is

kicked in, and it was hard to tell whether it was fatigue or happiness that

did that mean… she did worry about

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

far more severe.

Noella pondered, she felt her hand grasped by Palmer’s, and he pressed a burning

“Goodnight.”

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

the Pollack Mansion, glanced back towards

will question how Boss caught a fever from such

wound was real enough, though the circumstances were somewhat

descended the stairs, only to see Sienna holding Malvina with a face full of motherly love.

which now seemed to

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

okay, Sienna, Dr. Schnabel said he can take care

the mention,

10:55

when did you pick up an interest in bum treatment?

cleared his throat to regain composure Thofessor Calvin has been studying it, so I thought

had a solution.

us for a while. I’ll cook you

as if her joining them at the table was the most

Palraer 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 his bandaged

back his imitation “If Mr. Pollack isn’t well, he should stay

him on the back, annoyed “Quit your sniping! What’s wrong with Palmer having a meal here? You’m the one who talks too much! Palmer, don’t mind him. Have some more to eat. How

Noella. Sorry to worry you, Tristan,

for a couple of days.

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