The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 540

Chapter 540

Maisie listened to his reply. “We do share some backstory, but I’ll resolve this matter myself. I’ll get Erwin to bring the new vaccine to you when the results are out.”

As for the backstory he had with the impostor, Strix did not tell her. Still, she knew that it must be something huge..

‘He impersonated Strix, but the vaccine he developed i s genuine. It’s just that they’re useless to Nolan. This is equivalent to saying that his original intention isn’t malicious, nor did he deceive others by turning the virus into a vaccine, just like what the Kents did in the past

‘But if he doesn’t have any malicious intent, why is he doing so? Is he trying to force Strix into reappearing?’

Maisie had had to rush to catch the plane, and her body had not fully recovered yet, so she did not even eat dinner and went to bed early after taking her medication.

The light from the lamps and the shadows of the greenery in the courtyard interlaced with the moonlight, and all these were projected on the windowsill.

The handle of the window sill turned, and the curtains swayed for a moment. Maisie suddenly opened her

eyes. A dark silhouette walked out from behind the curtains in the gloomy but not pitch-black environment.

“Who’s that!?” Maisie reached out and flipped the switch.

Under the shroud of faint yellow light, she saw the warm and handsome face with which she was extremely familiar. “Who else could it be besides me?”

“Nolan Goldmann! Why have you still not dropped your habit of climbing into someone else’s bed in the middle of the night?” Maisie heaved a sigh of relief. It was not that she had not fallen asleep, but the quality of her sleep was a little shallow, and even the slightest movement could wake her up.

Nolan got onto the bed by himself, got under the blanket, lay down on his side, propped his head with his hand, and gave off a faint smile. “I can’t sleep without you.”

Maisie did not expose her hand outside the blanket because she was only wearing a nightdress, and there was a very shallow but obvious surgical scar on her hand.

Nolan’s gaze landed on the scar-removing cream and iron supplement on the bedside table, and his eyes turned sullen. “What are these medications doing here?”

Maisie glanced at the items subconsciously and quickly came up with an excuse. “They’re not mine.

They’re Saydie’s.”

Nolan pulled her into his arms and pressed his fiery lips against her ears. “Really?”

She could not help but clutch at his clothes-the faint scent of the body shampoo stimulated her senses.