CHapter 212


    Palmer’s voice was a jumble of tones.


    1.she


    Noe 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.


    “Noe? Wasn’t I just dreaming? Howe you’re here?”


    Instead of answering his question, Noe picked up the water ss from the nightstand and handed


    it to him.


    “Take your medicine”


    “Alright”


    Noe watched Palmer swallow his medicine and helped him lie back down.


    His eyes, typically deep and imprable, now sparkled with a vivid luster, following her every


    move without shifting away even for a


    moment


    Feeling her cheeks heat under his gaze, Noe suddenly recalled what Annie had said earlier.


    “Boss wanted to head to Pris 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 toe?”


    Palmer reached out his touch scorching due to the fever, his palm pressing hotly against Noe’s


    cheek.


    “Noe, tell me, do you worry about me?”


    He wanted his girl to care, yet he didn’t want her distracted on his ount. But now that she was


    here, he yeamed for an answer.


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


    outside the window.


    “If I told you and then found out you didn’t worry about me at all, I’d be heartbroken,” Palmer said,


    his words blending jest with delirium, his voice thick with exhaustion and longing


    Noe’s eyshes fluttered as she tucked Palmer back under the covers. “Go to sleep now. You


    don’t have to worry about a broken heart. Yours is just fine.”


    The medicine kicked in, and it was hard to tell whether it was fatigue or happiness that brought a


    smile to Palmer’s face first.


    She said he wouldn’t be heartbroken- did that mean… she did worry about him, even just a little


    bit?


    Noe frowned slightly as she watched Palmer drift off to sleep again. She couldn’t shake the


    feeling that Palmer’s fever wasn’t due to his wound, but rather from catching a chill. His wound


    wasn’t inmed; the lever seemed more like the result of getting drenched.


    Annie’s injuries seemed far more severe.


    While Noe pondered, she felt her hand grasped by Palmer’s, and he pressed a burning kiss into


    her palm.


    “Goodnight.”


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


    fluster!


    Annie, who had just left the Pock Mansion, nced back towards her boss’s home.


    “Geez, I wonder if Ms. Noe will question how Boss caught a fever from such a minor injury?


    Probably not!”


    After all, the wound was real enough, though the circumstances were somewhat convoluted. The


    oue was the same, wasn’t it?


    The next morning, Noe yawned as she descended the stairs, only to see Sienna holding Malvina


    with a face full of motherly love.


    Sienna was soft–hearted, her greatest trial in life being a tumultuous mother–inw rtionship,


    which now seemed to have reached a sweet resolution. Seeing the burn scars on Malvina, Sienna’s


    tears flowed with empathy.


    “Does it hurt, sweetheart? Don’t worry, I know several top stic surgeons who can fix you right


    up!*


    “It’s okay, Sienna, Dr. Schnabel said he can take care of it.”


    Ulrich,ing downstairs, nearly stumbled at the mention, nearly missing thest step.


    10:55


    Jasper questioned, “Since when did you pick up an interest in bum treatment? Change of research


    topic?


    Ulrich cleared his throat to regainposure Thofessor Calvin has been studying it, so I thought Td


    learn a bit as well


    Hearing that Calvin had a solution. Sienna also rxed.


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


    some delicious meals!”


    The rest of the Schnabel family didn’t show any surprise at Malvina’s presence. It was as if her


    joining them at the table was the most natural thing in the world.


    But seeing Palraer at the breakfast table, the Schnabel brothers‘ eyes held a hint of hostility,


    especially when they saw their sister helping him with his food due to his bandaged wrist.


    Jasper couldn’t hold back his imitation “If Mr. Pock isn’t well, he should stay in the hospital


    instead.


    Tristan pped 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 all of a sudden?”


    Palmer, epting the pomidge Noe had prepared, thanked her. “Thanks, Noe. Sorry to worry


    you, Tristan, Just a small mishap during a site inspection at work, nothing serious”


    Sexton chuckled at Palmer. “Now that you’re hurt, take a break from thepany for a couple of


    days. The ce will run without you. Stay home and spend some time with Noe.”


    He had long been irked by Palmer’s dedication to work over spending time with his granddaughter–


    inw, Now, he had his chance. Marcelughed along with Sexton, “Palmer’s a hard worker, and


    you, old man, haven’t kicked the bucket yet, so go fill in for the kid at work for a few days!”


    “What? Why should I go to work? At my age, shouldn’t I be the one taking it easy?”


    Palmer caught Marcel’s incessant winking and couldn’t help but let a grin spread across his face.


    In a yful tone, he addressed Sexton, “Grandpa, I still need to head out for a meeting to sign


    some contracts.”


    Sexton, frustrated with theck of initiative, eximed, “What contract is so important that you have


    to attend to it personally? I can oversee things for a couple of days! I refuse to believe that with me


    around, anything can go south!”


    “Thanks, Grandpa I appreciate it.”


    It dawned on Sexton a moment toote that he had just agreed to step in for Palmer at work.


    Was anyone his age still clocking in at the office?


    But seeing the pallor on his grandson’s face, enough to tug at anyone’s heartstrings, Sexton felt


    compelled to step in. After all, managing the Pock Group for so many years, signing a few


    contracts, and following procedures was no big deal


    Jasper couldn’t help but feel his temples throb as he watched Palmer “Mr. Pock, it’s not like both


    of your hands are injured. You can still manage to eat on your own, can’t you?”


    Why on earth would his sister need to spoon–feed Palmer?


    The very sight was like a punch to the gut!


    Palmer shed an innocent smile at Jasper. “Well, you see, eating with my left hand is a bit


    awkward, so I had to trouble Noe”


    Awkward?


    Jasper vividly remembered that during theirst meeting at the Pock Group, Palmer had signed


    documents with his left hand! A guy who could write with his left hand was iming eating was


    inconvenient?


    But Palmer was ying the patient card, and Sienna shot Jasper a waming nce. “Quit nitpicking


    and just eat your food!” Palmer reached out and took the spoon from Noe’s hand. I can manage


    on my own, Wouldn’t want to dy your meal.”


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    “Sure, just call if you need anything”


    Jasper rolled his eyes


    The boy was definitely ying games! His sweet, nalve sister had beenpletely bamboozled by


    Palmer, the wolf in sheep’s clothing!