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,

you worry about me?”

wanted his girl to care, yet he didn’t want her distracted on his account. But now that she was here, he yeamed for an answer.

on his lips, as elusive as the moon still hanging outside the window.

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

now. You don’t have

was hard to tell whether it was fatigue or happiness that brought a smile

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

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

seemed far more severe.

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

“Goodnight.”

yanked the covers over Palmer’s face,

had just left the Pollack Mansion, glanced

caught a

the wound was real enough, though the circumstances were

Noella yawned as she descended the stairs, only to see Sienna holding Malvina with a face full of

life being a tumultuous mother–in–law relationship, which now seemed to have reached a sweet resolution. Seeing the burn scars

it hurt, sweetheart? Don’t worry, I know several top plastic surgeons

Sienna, Dr. Schnabel said he can

coming downstairs, nearly stumbled at the mention, nearly

10:55

questioned, “Since when did you pick up an interest in

throat to regain composure Thofessor Calvin has been studying it,

a solution. Sienna

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

as if

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

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

one who talks too much! Palmer, don’t mind him. Have some more to eat. How

accepting the pomidge Noella had prepared, thanked her. “Thanks, Noella. Sorry to worry you, Tristan, Just a small mishap

hurt, take a break from the company for a couple of days. The place will

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