Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 748

"My timing is impeccable, I see."

Claire looked embarrassed. "You're the exception."

Wilbur shook his head. "Don't exempt me. I'm no saint either."

He knew exactly what he was.

Wilbur had come to bring them dinner.

Although it was takeout, it was from one of the best restaurants in Northcrest.

The kind of place you usually had to book weeks in advance.

Of course, Wilbur didn't have to, since he was one of the owners.

He had already eaten, so while Noreen and Claire ate, he scrolled through his phone.

"You're getting out tomorrow. Any plans? Want to go somewhere?" Wilbur asked them.

"Sure," Noreen answered first.

Claire gave her a skeptical look. "Aren't you busy? You've already put off so much work these past few days for me. You have time to travel?"

Noreen hadn't said anything, but Claire could tell.

To avoid disturbing her, Noreen had kept her phone on silent and never took calls in her presence.

She only answered the most critical ones.

Claire could still sense the pressure, which was why she tried to sleep as much as possible. Only when she was sleeping could Noreen focus on her work instead of chatting, taking walks, and managing her moods.

But Noreen insisted, "I have time. I don't have much experience with vacations, though. Any suggestions, Wilbur?"

Wilbur grinned. "You've come to the right person."

He was an expert at leisure.

"You plan it, then," Noreen said. "Preferably somewhere with a nice climate."

"Leave it to me. I guarantee the two princesses will have a wonderful time!"

Later, after Claire had fallen asleep, Noreen walked Wilbur downstairs, using it as an excuse to talk.

"Any news on what happened at the club?"

Wilbur said, "It was a surveillance blind spot, so nothing was caught on camera."

But then he'd wonder why he was even having these thoughts.

Hadn't he been planning to divorce her all along?

He should be happy.

So why did his heart ache with an uncontrollable pain?

Only when the cigarette pack was empty did Felix finally go inside.

Old Mrs. Quigley had just finished dinner. When she saw him, her expression turned to stone.

The butler approached. "Young Master, have you had dinner? If not, I'll have the kitchen prepare something."

Before Felix could answer, Old Mrs. Quigley snapped, "What right does a murderer have to eat?"

Felix's face went pale.

"Go to the ancestral hall and kneel," she commanded, not even bothering to look at him.

Felix silently went to the hall and, just as he had for the past three days, knelt before the portraits of his ancestors for four hours.