The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 262

"Your seat belt."

While Darcy was still daydreaming, Beckett had already started the car and was driving away.

Watching the scenery zoom by, Darcy couldn't help but feel the air inside the car was a bit awkward. After all, she was the one at fault today. A last-minute meeting piled up with work, and she completely forgot about Beckett. She didn't even notify him, making him wait outside the university for so long.

"Your car choice is quite low-key."

"Occupational hazard. I don't need a car to make a statement."

Beckett's job sometimes involved liaisons with the finance sector, and with Marcel's status, being too flashy could be sensitive. Being the CEO of Rising Glory Group and the future heir to the Schnabel Group, no one would look down on him no matter what he drove.

"I'm really sorry about today; a sudden department meeting kept you waiting."

Beckett's lips curved into a self-deprecating, bitter smile. "The time you've made me wait isn't just limited to these two hours."

"Huh?"

His voice was so low, Darcy thought she had misheard.

By the time she asked again, Beckett had already stepped out of the car, and Darcy hurried after him.

Beckett chose a quaint bistro, seemingly under the Rising Glory Group's extensive dining portfolio.

After sitting down, Darcy apologized, "I'm really sorry, this one's on me. For Noella's exemption request, Garrick said she needs to discuss it with him personally."

Garrick wasn't known for making things difficult for students. Yet, he was stubborn about Noella's exemption process, only relenting after much persuasion from Darcy, demanding Noella to personally apply to him.

Beckett nodded. "Alright, I'll let Noella know. What would you like to eat?"

"Anything's fine!"

Beckett casually ordered a few dishes, speaking in a flawless and effortless foreign language, choosing dishes that Darcy was familiar with.

He still remembered what she liked? It must be out of habit and politeness.

As they waited for their food, Beckett carefully reviewed the documents Darcy had given him. The process wasn't complicated, but it was stuck at needing the principal's signature.

Then, his phone rang, and Beckett answered casually, his tone instantly soft and tender upon hearing Elara's voice.

"I'm out for dinner, will be home late. Tell Noella that Garrick wants to see her about the exemption. If she doesn't want to, it's fine; we can look at other colleges."

Darcy realized then that Beckett was utterly indulgent when it came to his sister Noella. For him, everything revolved around what Noella wanted.

Elara countered, "Switching colleges might not solve the problem; I think Garrick is doing this on purpose! I'll talk to Noella. Please come home soon, Beckett."

"Alright, don't wait up for me; go to bed early."

The man opposite her, surrounded by the warm glow of the restaurant, looked effortlessly elegant.

“He must be talking to his fiancée, right?” Darcy instinctively thought, as she had never heard Beckett speak so tenderly before! So, apart from his sister, another woman also enjoyed his tender care.

Darcy looked away, casually mentioning, "She… seems to get along with Noella too."

"Of course, Noella is her sister too."

Elara's care for Noella was well-known, often noticing things even Sienna missed.

Beckett seemed to know what Darcy was thinking, adding, "She's my sister too, Elara."