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?”

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

you worry about

want her distracted on his account. But now that she was here,

a smile playing on his lips, as elusive as the

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

eyelashes fluttered as she tucked Palmer back under the covers. “Go to sleep now. You don’t have to worry about a broken heart. Yours is

was hard to tell whether it was fatigue or happiness that

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

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

injuries seemed far

hand grasped by Palmer’s,

“Goodnight.”

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

left the Pollack Mansion, glanced

question how Boss caught a fever from such

though the circumstances were somewhat convoluted. The outcome was the

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

to have reached a sweet resolution. Seeing the burn

several top plastic

Sienna, Dr. Schnabel said he can take care

the

10:55

you pick up an

cleared his throat to regain composure Thofessor Calvin has been studying

Calvin had a solution. Sienna

with us for a while. I’ll cook you

at Malvina’s presence. It was as if her joining them at the table was the most natural

of hostility, especially when they saw their sister helping him with his food due to his bandaged

couldn’t hold back his imitation “If Mr. Pollack isn’t

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 hurt all of a sudden?”

Sorry to worry you, Tristan, Just a

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

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