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

tell me, do you worry about me?”

his account. But now that she was here, he yeamed for

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

found out you didn’t worry about me at all, I’d be heartbroken,” Palmer

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

it was hard to tell whether it was fatigue or happiness that

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

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

far more severe.

by Palmer’s, and he pressed a burning

“Goodnight.”

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

had just left the Pollack Mansion, glanced back towards her

Boss caught a fever from

enough, though the circumstances were somewhat

yawned as she descended the stairs, only to see Sienna

now seemed to

several top plastic surgeons who can fix you

said he can take care

the mention, nearly missing

10:55

when did you pick up an interest in bum treatment? Change of research topic?

throat to regain composure Thofessor Calvin has been studying it, so I thought Td learn a bit as

that Calvin had a

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

family didn’t show any surprise at Malvina’s presence. It was as if her joining them at the table was the

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

“If Mr. Pollack isn’t well, he should

slapped 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 did you get hurt

worry you, Tristan, Just a small mishap during

from the company for a couple of days. The place will run

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