The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 458

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the night.

Inside the house, the curtains danced in the night breeze, stirring restless hearts and strumming on heartstrings.

A shiver ran down her spine, and Noella, catching her breath, said, "I didn't mean to keep it from you..."

It was all about Polaris Star, a mess that Palmer had no part in. There was no reason to drag her fiancé into this perilous situation just because of their engagement!

"You don't trust me. Do you see me as an outsider? When your grandfather contacted me, your little troops also came to me for help."

His words implied that her people would think of him first whenever she was in danger!

He believed she could always find a way out, no matter the situation.

But because he loved her, he worried!

Palmer chuckled and bent down to scoop Noella into his arms, "According to your 'little troops,' serving as your shield wouldn't be so bad."

That sounded like something one of Polaris Star's people would say...

The room was bathed in warm light, a cozy and slightly romantic atmosphere spreading throughout.

"Can I stay?" he asked.

"...You've stayed before."

Palmer's pajamas were already a fixture in Noella's wardrobe!

Sienna had personally picked them out, a matching set adorned with huge hearts…

Palmer's gaze deepened.

"I mean, I don't want to sleep on the couch or the floor this time."

Previously, he'd often slept on the couch, and since Noella's room was carpeted, sleeping on the floor wasn't too bad. But now, he was no longer satisfied with just that!

Noella, feeling her ears grow hot, got up and grabbed a spare pillow from the wardrobe, placing it next to hers.

After getting ready, she quickly dove into bed.

"Good night!"

Watching Noella's actions, Palmer couldn't help but smile.

How adorable!

Lying beside Noella, in a room decorated by Sienna in shades too pink for Palmer's taste, he was utterly enchanted.

...

The next day, at Lockhart Prison.

The desert and the strait composed a symphony of sand and sea, a romance that masked the island's deep-seated bloodshed and sin!

Staring at the black tower prison rising from the rolling sands, the sunlight reflecting off it seemed tainted with blood.

Greeting Noella and Palmer as they descended, Xavier laughed heartily.

"Ha! There's my granddaughter and her man!"

Since Sexton's passing, Xavier had warmed up considerably to Palmer.

With the Abyssal Organization openly and covertly aiding Lockhart Prison, delivering gifts big and small, and Noella's homemade remedies for Xavier, he felt a warmth he hadn't known since his sister's departure.

Noella glanced at the spry Xavier, "Where's Millie and the others?"

"They're next door, pulling a scam! Even bet me they could!"

Noella raised an eyebrow, "A bet?"

"Millie insists they can outsmart the Baker Group. I don't believe it; I said it'd be a miracle if they make it back alive!"

Xavier, older even than Marcel, was in the twilight years of most.

Most people his age were enjoying their retirement surrounded by family.

But Xavier, still fighting in the desert, was a rarity.

Noella offered her hand, "Let me see."

"Ah, I'm in perfect health!"