The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 375

Malvina leaned back in her chair, giving a skeptical look to the lecturer on stage.

"Is it just me, or does the prof seem off today?"

Even Malvina, who barely scraped by academically, could tell something was wrong – and if she noticed, it meant it was obvious to the whole class.

Darcy stared blankly at the whiteboard, her marker poised mid-air, repeating the same sentence over and over. Clearly, something was wrong.

Ingrid voiced her concern, "Is Ms. Darcy feeling alright?"

Though Darcy was a younger lecturer, her expertise was undeniable, with a unique teaching style that could rival that of seasoned professors! This was clearly not her usual self.

As soon as class was dismissed, Malvina bolted out of the school.

Noella knew she was probably off to mend things with Ulrich, her boyfriend – young love always had a certain unmistakable aroma.

...

Noella entered the office, finding Darcy briefing Ingrid on some homework. Ingrid still seemed worried about her.

"Are you okay, Ms. Darcy?"

"I'm fine, the class didn't go as planned today, my fault. I'll post the lecture notes online, and if you have any questions, feel free to reach out."

Ingrid nodded, "Okay, don't worry about us. We're just concerned about you. Take some rest."

After Ingrid left, Darcy finally noticed Noella standing at the door.

"Did you need me for something?"

"No, the department head wanted to see me. But you seem... a bit down."

On the desk was a vibrant bouquet of irises, a stark reminder that beauty often hides poison.

Noella softly asked, "Do you know what irises symbolize?"

Darcy paused, her gaze falling onto the flowers, still fresh with droplets of water. A card nestled among them carried Beckett's distinct handwriting: "Wishing you all the best, Happy Birthday. Beckett."

Tears uncontrollably streamed down her face!

"Sorry, it's just... Dalia has been sick, and I've been taking care of her," she managed to say, referencing a coworker on medical leave.

Darcy clenched her fist, "Actually, it was me who pursued Beckett."

Beckett was incredibly charming, the type that stood out in any crowd.

"He might say he pursued me, for my pride, but it wasn't like that."

"Back in college, I did everything to win him over – attended all his classes, 'accidentally' bumped into him around campus, even staged a candlelit confession outside his dorm. Crazy, right?"

Considering Darcy's current demeanor, it was hard to imagine her past antics.

"I was about to give up when Beckett told me, 'If you're giving up, then it's my turn to chase you.'"

Reflecting on the past, Darcy's face softened with a tender smile as she looked at the irises.

"Our timing was always off."

Noella calmly interjected, "But if you still have feelings for Beckett, wouldn't letting go be a regret?"

Regret was an understatement; some people simply exist and that's enough to take your breath away...

Darcy's gaze lingered on the bouquet.

Noella continued, "Irises mean 'I think of you.' Whatever Beckett wants to say, you know it. What matters to you might not matter to him. The Schnabel family doesn't have a throne to inherit; no kids, so what?"