Summary of Chapter 1187 – A pivotal chapter in Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog by Serena Kingsley
The chapter Chapter 1187 is one of the most intense moments in Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog, written by Serena Kingsley. With signature elements of the Romance genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.
Just as Claire neared her grandmother's grave, two figures began descending the steps from above.
Claire kept her head down, not looking at them, but a familiar voice drifted into her ears.
"Didn't you twist your ankle? Why did you insist on coming all the way up here?"
It was Felix.
And the woman with him was, without a doubt, Madeline Lynwood.
Madeline's voice carried that same manipulative, honey-sweet tone that always made Claire sick to her stomach. "Today is a hard day for you. I just wanted to be by your side."
Felix's tone remained cool, but it was noticeably softer than a moment ago. "I'm going to be swamped with work soon. If you need anything, just tell Secretary Lynwood."
"I will," Madeline replied obediently.
Whether it was an accident or perfectly orchestrated, Madeline's foot suddenly "slipped," and her entire body pitched toward Felix.
Naturally, Felix shot his arm out to catch her.
Madeline clutched his coat, looking like a startled deer. "Oh my gosh! Thank goodness you caught me, Felix, or I would have taken a terrible fall."
She immediately transitioned into a pitiful pout. "It's just... my foot is hurting again. I don't think I can walk down the rest of these stairs..."
She gazed up at Felix, weaponizing her wide, innocent eyes.
Felix met her gaze. Two seconds later, he lowered his eyes and sighed. "I'll carry you."
"Thank you so much, Felix," Madeline cooed, adding a playful whine. "But I gained a little weight over the holidays, so you can't complain that I'm heavy."
Felix crouched down in front of her, letting Madeline climb onto his back.
Holding the umbrella over them both, Madeline pressed her body flush against his back. She had purposefully worn thin layers today. Even though the freezing rain made her shiver, it served a distinct purpose: pressed tightly against him like this, there was no way he couldn't feel her curves.
She knew men. They could never resist a willing woman throwing herself at them. Especially a man who had been starved of affection for so long.



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