The Killer Queen with Multiple Disguises by Novia Ford novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 The Girl Who Cries Only in Dreams 

Preston’s hand paused as he applied the medicine. 

He only knew she was an assassin, but he had never considered that she could suppress even her survival instincts. 

It wasn’t hard to imagine what kind of life she had led. 

After a moment, Hedy supported her shoulder and her brows relaxed. “Thank you,” she said. 

The medicine did indeed make her feel much better. 

The King Family truly lived up to its reputation as a century–old family in the USA. 

The effectiveness of this medicine was several times stronger than the ones she had bought at exorbitant prices on the black market. 

“Maybe you can try saying something other than ‘thank you‘ to me.” 

Preston’s chest vibrated as he let out a pleasant chuckle. 

Despite living under the same roof, they still felt so distant. 

It made him question his charm. 

“Then let’s sleep, I’m tired,” Hedy responded. Her indifferent eyes sparkled under the lamplight. 

Preston was left speechless. 

Now he was certain that he held no allure to her. 

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With Preston around, Hedy fell asleep quickly. 

However, tonight was a bit different 

The little boy in her arms reminded her of her brother, Cooper. 

In her dream, she was transported back to the poverty–stricken slums where it all began. 

It was a dirty, chaotic, and impoverished place, filled with people of different nationalities and various skin colors. 

Her parents never cared for her, but luckily, the kind old neighbor was a friendly person. 

He taught her how to read, write, and instilled in her a sense of etiquette and responsibility 

After the old neighbor passed away, Cooper was born. 

She knew very well that if she didn’t take care of Cooper, no one else would. 

She negotiated with the owner of the powdered milk shop, offering her labor in exchange for powdered milk. However, on the day of the settlement, the shop owner deceived her, denying ever making such an agreement because she was just a child. 

She snatched the powdered milk and ran, only to be surrounded and beaten by a group of men who accused her of being a thief. 

No one came to her aid. 

As winter approached, Hedy washed and dried the clothes her grandfather had left her. 

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The man next door insisted that the clothes belonged to him and even tied her to a tree as punishment. 

No one came to her rescue. 

Preston was abruptly awakened by the cold. 

His entire sleeve was wet, and a gust of night wind brought an intensified chill. 

What was happening? 

Frowning, he turned on the light and found the girl beside him curled up, shedding tears in her sleep. 

Her tears soaked his clothes. 

He was startled. 

This vulnerable, helpless, and agonizingly despairing side of her in her dreams was starkly different from the cold and aloof demeanor she displayed during the day. 

“Is it only in dreams that you can cry so freely?” 

He hesitantly reached out to wipe away her tears. But the tears continued to flow. 

Preston’s brow furrowed even deeper. 

What kind of dream could make her cry like this? 

Who could bear to see her cry like this? 

His heart softened, and he pulled the young girl into his embrace, trying to provide her with some sense of security. 

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In the dream. 

Hedy slowly closed her eyes. 

She felt an immediate warmth enveloping her. 

She reached out and embraced that warmth. 

In reality, Preston’s body tensed up. 

The next morning. 

Hedy opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a well–defined chest of muscles. 

She sat up abruptly, and the calm expression on her face slowly cracked. 

“Is it so unacceptable to wake up in my arms?” Preston chuckled, placing the back of his hand against his lips, his eyes curved gently. 

Hedy’s expression was so amusing. 

Yet at the same time, Preston felt a hint of frustration. 

So many women would willingly throw themselves at him, but here she was, lying in his embrace, expressing such disdain. 

“I don’t think I ever said that I wanted to sleep in your arms,” Hedy pouted. 

“Really? Then whose hand is resting on my waist?” 

Preston turned his body slightly. As a result, his sleepwear loosened further, revealing his eight–pack abs. 

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With his cheek supported by his hand, his eyes and brows carried a slight drowsy laziness. Paired with his face, which exuded an enchanting and wicked charm, he could be described as a pinnacle of beauty. 

Hedy glanced at his waist and saw her hand resting there. 

Like being struck by an electric shock, she quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes revealing a hint of embarrassment. 

With Preston’s upbringing and background, he would never force a woman to be close to him. 

It was she who took the initiative to embrace him and then blamed it on him, which was indeed unreasonable. 

“Okay, I won’t tease you anymore.” 

Preston stopped smiling and honestly explained what happened last night. 

“You cried a lot last night, so I hugged you, hoping to provide some comfort. Then, you hugged me back. Perhaps it would make you feel a little better.” 

Perhaps it was the lingering effects of his soft–heartedness from last night, but he couldn’t bear to see her unhappy now. 

Hedy fell silent. 

Preston noticed her fingers slowly clenching and then relaxing. 

“Thank you for your comfort.” Hedy’s expression returned to calm. 

It turned out that the source of that warmth was him. 

“I still look forward to hearing words other than ‘thank you‘ from you.” 

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Preston gazed at her for a while, his deep eyes revealing an unknown emotion. 

Are words other than ‘thank you“? 

Hedy lowered her gaze, unsure of what Preston wanted to hear from her. 

She got out of bed, freshened up, and was sent by the driver to Lowell High School. 

At the same time, she heard a notification sound from the system: 

“Ding! Trial mission released.” 

“Trial mission (2): Represent Lowell High School and win the inter- school chess tournament. 

Inter–school tournament refers to a competition between multiple schools. 

Chess is an ancient game in the world. 

Hedy understood the meanings of these two words individually, but when they were combined, she was puzzled. 

There were no related memories in the original host’s brain. 

And during her time at Lowell High School, she hadn’t heard anyone mention this.