The Killer Queen (Noella Briony)

Chapter 465



Their thing?

What could possibly be going on between them now?

Eyeing Palmer's towel-clad figure and the defined abs peeking through, Noella felt her ears turn scarlet in a heartbeat!

"I'm off to shower!"

She threw these words over her shoulder, darting towards the bathroom, Palmer's soft chuckle following her.

Hearing Palmer's teasing laughter made Noella's ears burn even hotter!

After a quick shower, she found Palmer lounging on the bed with a book, waiting for her.

Setting the book aside upon seeing her, it was clear he had been reading up on Grandpa Sexton's condition lately.

Palmer knew well that to ensure Grandpa Sexton's final days were pain-free, Noella had been the one bearing the brunt of it all. The medical book, filled with complex Latin and neatly annotated, showed just how much Noella had pored over it.

Reaching out, Palmer pulled Noella close with a firm tug, letting her fall onto him.

"Thank you, you've been through a lot these past days."

"It's what I should do. Grandpa Sexton has always been good to me."

With her face against Palmer's bare chest, the scent of body wash enveloped them, adding a touch of intimacy to the atmosphere.

Lifting Noella slightly, Palmer's gaze, burning with desire, locked onto her eyes as if pulling her into his vortex of passion.

"Noella, I don't think I can wait any longer."

"Wait...for what?"

Feeling Palmer's response and the warmth under her palm was explanation enough for the charged atmosphere.

Meeting those soft, tender eyes, Noella's heart skipped wildly.

"Is it okay? Or do you...prefer to take the lead?"

What was he implying? It was he who was holding her waist, not letting go!

Their position was undeniably suggestive, spurring wild thoughts.

Noella placed her hand over Palmer's mouth.

Yet, his gaze remained intense, full of desire.

Turning off the bedside lamp, Palmer flipped over, cradling Noella in a different embrace.

"Is it okay?"

Even as he struggled to keep his composure, a sheen of sweat appeared on Palmer's forehead, yet he still sought her consent. Touched, Noella wrapped her arms around Palmer's neck, pressing her lips to his.

"If it's you, then yes."

The moon shone brightly, casting a soft glow all around.

In the spring of their love, joy was everlasting.

...

At the Elara Research Institute.

After wrapping up an experiment, Elara stretched, her neck cracking from the long hours.

Stuck in the lab for weeks had her craving for a break!

Finally free, Elara spun in her chair and said, "Three days off! Go rest up, folks! And don't forget to file for overtime." "Yay! Thanks, boss!"

Her assistant chimed in, "Make sure you rest too, boss. No sneaky overworking."

"Of course, I'm heading home. Mom said she's cooked up something delicious!"

And it wasn't just Mom; Lavinia Richardson and Sienna were waiting at the Schnabel residence, too!

The thought alone filled Elara with warmth and happiness.

As she tidied up, checking her phone, she found a slew of messages waiting for her.

【Tristan's seriously ill, the Schnabel estate is being re-divided.】

[Suspicions of Tristan's death.]

【To hell with that! I'm fine and kicking! Elara, ignore those scams!)

【Ms. Elara, your account seems to have made a suspiciously large transaction overseas...]

Elara skimmed through them quickly.

Opening WhatsApp, she saw messages from the Schnabel clan, reassuring her it was all a scam and not to worry.

Mostly, they were concerned about her experiment and health.

After responding, Elara felt a warm buzz of affection.

But messages to Horatio had gone unanswered for weeks.

Sighing, she muttered, "Masters will be masters; too busy to text back, I guess. Well, meeting him does come with a price after all."

Stepping out of the lab and into her car, Elara breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wren, it's good to see you. My nerves have been shot."

Wren, having watched the Schnabel kids grow up, shared a deep bond with them.

"The lady of the house has been waiting! She's prepared all your favorites!"

As they were about to drive off, the lead vehicle stopped, and the driver jogged over.

"Wren, we've got a bit of a situation ahead. We need to take a detour."

"What's the issue?"

"A road collapse. The city council said it happened last night. They're fixing it now."

Wren frowned. "Last night? Why wasn't there any notice? Never mind, let's take another route. Lead the way!"

"Right!"

The convoy set off again.

But half an hour later, they were halted once more.

"Wren, the road ahead is completely blocked!"

Wren was puzzled. "It's a workday. This isn't even a main road. Why the blockage?"

Coincidences were stacking up so frequently that he couldn't just chalk it up to mere chance anymore!NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"Miss Elara, I'll go check it out. Please, stay in the car!"

"Okay."

Wren stepped out of the car, his expression taut with concern as he surveyed the road ahead, which seemed to be clogged beyond hope of clearing within the hour

"Wren, I asked around. There's been a crash, an entire family's car flipped over!"

"People these days just don't drive carefully. Never mind, let's find another way!"

There were plenty of main roads leading back to Serene Haven, and they were nearing the vicinity when traffic ground to a halt once again.

Elara peered ahead, "Wren, let's just walk back. We're not that far off."

"Sure!"

With several bodyguards in tow and

Veline

only a few hundred meters from Serene Haven, walking indeed

seemed much quicker than waiting

for the traffic to ease.

A few steps out of the car, the sound of a bullet leaving its chamber suddenly rang in Elara's ears!

Her bodyguards immediately sprang into action, forming a tight protective circle around her as they scanned for the shooter.

Instinctively shielding herself, the

impact from the bullet's near miss struck her wrist where her rosary beads were strung, causing them to shatter and scatter into the bushes!

Elara's heart skipped a beat.

It was the rosary beads that had taken the brunt of the danger for her!