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?”

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

me, do you worry

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

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

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

to sleep now. You don’t have to worry

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

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

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 seemed more like the result of getting

seemed far

pondered, she felt her hand grasped by Palmer’s, and

“Goodnight.”

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

had just left the Pollack Mansion, glanced back towards her boss’s

question how Boss caught a fever from such a minor injury? Probably

was real enough, though the circumstances were somewhat convoluted. The outcome was the same, wasn’t it?

the stairs, only to see Sienna holding Malvina with a face full of

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

sweetheart? Don’t worry, I know several top

said he can take care of it.”

at the mention, nearly missing the

10:55

an interest in bum treatment? Change of

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

had a solution. Sienna also

stay with us for a while. I’ll cook you

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

at the breakfast table, the Schnabel brothers‘ eyes held a hint of hostility, especially when they saw their

Mr. Pollack isn’t well, he should stay in

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 did you get

Sorry to worry you, Tristan, Just a small

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

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