Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263 Reunion After A Crisis

Chapter 263 Reunion After A Crisis

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Timothy stepped aside, keeping his voice low. “Margaret’s asleep. Keep it down.”

He got nothing but silence in return as Cheiron pushed past, his focus fixed on the master bedroom door.

A sliver of light cut across the dark room. Margaret, her sleep shallow at the best of times, stirred. The adrenaline from the night’s close call still hummed beneath her skin, and the shadow falling over her bed brought her fully awake.

The air carried the sharp tang of antiseptic. Cheiron stood rigid at the bedside, his gaze locked on the shape beneath the blankets.

Even in the dark, I can hear his breath shaking. He’s holding it all in.

She sighed, rolling over and pulling back the covers. An arm reached out. “Planning to stand there all night?” Her voice was rough with sleep. “Get over here.”

Those three words shattered whatever fragile control he’d clung to.

His throat worked, a harsh swallow.

Boots still on, still in his clothes, Cheiron knelt on the mattress and buried his face against her neck. His arms wrapped around her waist, tight enough to make his own joints protest.

“I smell like a med bay. I stink-” he muttered, voice gravelly.

The words trailed off, but his grip only tightened.

“Shut up. Sleep,” she said, looping her arms around his neck.

He fell silent, pressing closer. Margaret didn’t push him away. He smelled of antiseptic, but she didn’t care. Her fingers slid into his hair, a slow, steady rhythm against his scalp until the tension finally began to seep from his shoulders and his breathing evened out.

Sunlight edged past the blinds. Margaret blinked awake, her first conscious thought a dull ache in her arm.

It was still draped around Cheiron’s neck. He hadn’t moved all night, frozen in that awkward curve, his face buried against her shoulder. With his frame, staying twisted like that for hours was a sure recipe for a stiff neck. Yet he’d endured it, barely breathing, holding himself still just so he wouldn’t disturb her.

She withdrew her arm, flexing her wrist.

“Awake?” Cheiron shifted immediately, straightening with a faint wince before gently taking her hand to massage the stiffness away.

Her Holo-bracelet lay on the nightstand. A tap brought up two unread messages from Irene.

The first concerned real estate. “Your Grace, both your reserve properties have been cleared of the illegal seizure. The Emerald Lake villa in the Central Star District is now fully serviced and secured. It’s ready for you.”

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The second delivered news of Darien. “At 03:00, Prince Darien was found deceased in the Inspectorate holding cell. Official cause: suicide by hanging using torn fabric. No signs of struggle, and the surveillance footage is clean. The news broke at 06:00, The old nobility faction is in disarray. I’ve frozen several of their core accounts. They won’t be a problem in tomorrow’s Cabinet session.”

A slight smile touched Margaret’s lips as she tossed the device back onto the comforter.

Quentin and Irene, working in perfect concert.

“Darien’s dead,” she mentioned casually.

Cheiron’s hands stilled for a second on her wrist. “Got off easy. After pulling a stunt with an orbital cannon. he deserved worse.” His voice was flat.

“Go shower. Borrow something from Timothy. You’re about the same size,” she said, nudging him with her foot.

The dining area of the penthouse suite was vast. A long table was laden with an assortment of breakfast

items.

Margaret took her seat at the head of the table.

Cheiron emerged a moment later, dressed in Timothy’s casual clothes.

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