Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248 Suggest You Keep Still Tonight

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The word “family” hit Cheiron like a spark dropped into ashes. He looked at this woman—bold, unapologetic, fiercely protective of her own-and the weight he’d been carrying for years seemed to lift, just a little.

He opened his mouth to speak, but a knock on the bedroom door cut him off.

“My Lady, I’m coming in.”

The door handle turned before anyone could answer, and Timothy pushed his way through.

The golden-haired boy wore a thin silk robe, the collar hanging wide open and exposing a broad expanse of chest and a very distinct collarbone.

He had a pillow tucked under one arm, his golden hair falling soft across his forehead, and his blue eyes were glossy and damp-the picture of a large, needy puppy angling for attention.

His gaze landed on Cheiron, still seated on the sofa. The smile on his face flickered for half a beat, then came back brighter than before.

“Mr. Jewett, you’re still in Margaret’s room?” Timothy walked over, pillow in his arms, his tone carrying a clear air of theatrics. “It’s late. Scientists who don’t get proper rest tend to lose their hair, Unlike me— young, strong, I can pull all-nighters without a problem.”

Cheiron settled back into his usual cool composure. He rose to his feet and slid his gold-rimmed glasses back onto his nose with unhurried precision. His gaze dropped to Timothy’s hands, still red and swollen.

“Mr. Hurst, since your hands are injured, I’d suggest you keep still tonight. Wouldn’t want to tear the wounds open by tossing around in your sleep.”

Timothy tucked his hands behind his back and flashed a brilliant smile. “No need to trouble yourself. Margaret will take care of me.”

Cheiron didn’t dignify that with a response. He turned to Margaret. “Get some rest. The Cabinet will likely make a move tomorrow. I’ll come by in the morning to pick you up.”

“Alright. See you then.” Margaret gave him a wave.

The moment Cheiron was out the door, Timothy clicked the lock shut behind him. He tossed the pillow onto the bed, threw himself after it, and rolled across the soft covers like a cat stretching in a sunbeam. Then he patted the space beside him.

“My Lady, come. I’ve already warmed it up for you.”

Margaret watched his over-the-top display and couldn’t quite suppress the laugh tugging at the corner of her mouth. She stepped into the bathroom, washed up quickly, and changed into a clean nightgown.

The moment she lifted the covers and lay down, Timothy latched onto her,

All four limbs locked around her like a particularly determined octopus. One long leg draped straight over hers. His shaggy head burrowed into the curve of her neck with practiced familiarity, and he inhaled deeply, as if greedy for her scent.

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Chapter 248 Suggest You Keep Still Tonight

“You smell so good.” His voice came out muffled, thick with drowsiness.

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“We agreed. Just sleep. Where do you think your hands are going?” Margaret smacked away the fingers that were already trying to wander below her waist.

“I’m just holding you.” His voice came out wounded. He withdrew his hand obediently and settled it around her waist instead. “My Lady, you barely looked at me all day. What did that old man say to you, anyway? You two talked for so long.”

“We were discussing business.” Margaret yawned. The exhaustion was catching up fast.

Last night. Baar had worn her out completely, and today she’d absorbed enough shocking information to last a lifetime. All she wanted now was to close her eyes and let the world go dark.

Timothy caught the fatigue in her voice and dropped the act immediately. He shifted, adjusting his hold so she could rest more comfortably, and his palm moved in slow, soothing strokes across her back.

“Sleep, My Lady. I’ll watch over you.”

The young male’s body heat was intense, like a living furnace. Wrapped in that warmth, Margaret slipped into sleep within minutes.

She woke up roasting. Her eyes opened to a faceful of golden hair. Timothy was still wrapped around her. all four limbs locked in place, his head buried deep in the crook of her neck. His breathing was slow and even. Dead asleep.

Margaret tried to move the arm pinned beneath him. It had gone numb. Timothy looked lean, but his muscles were solid as iron.

She lifted her free hand in retaliation and ruffled his golden hair with extreme prejudice. The already sleep-tousled mess now resembled a bird’s nest.

“Wake up.”

Timothy’s lashes fluttered. His blue eyes blinked open, and his voice came out rough with sleep. “My Lady… morning.”

Instead of letting go, he pressed his face deeper into her palm.

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