Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1239

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Summary for Chapter 1239: Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog

Summary of Chapter 1239 – A pivotal chapter in Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog by Serena Kingsley

The chapter Chapter 1239 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.

His kisses burned down her jawline, trailing fiercely down her throat before lingering heavily at her collarbone.

The bathrobe belt hung completely undone. Wilbur's cool fingers slipped inside the terrycloth, grazing the bare skin of her waist as his hand slowly trailed upward.

Claire's entire body locked up. The contrast of his cool touch against her heated skin sent a violent shudder through her. Panicking, her survival instincts kicked in. She drove her knee upward, aiming squarely for his stomach.

But Wilbur was massive. Even with her tall, model-like figure, she was completely eclipsed by his height. Because of the sheer size difference, her knee didn't hit his stomach. It hit him dead center between his legs.

Wilbur, who had been biting her collarbone, let out a harsh groan. He doubled over slightly, his breathing ragged and heavy.

Despite the blow, he kept his arms planted firmly against the door, trapping her entirely within his space.

After waiting for the blinding pain to recede, Wilbur finally looked up at her. His face still carried traces of agony, mixed with a deeply disturbing sense of... dark amusement.

He panted, chuckling darkly. "You really pack a punch, sweetheart."

He actually had the nerve to laugh?! Claire was livid. Clutching her ruined robe together with one hand, she shoved at his chest with the other. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

But Wilbur didn't budge an inch; shoving him felt like pushing against a brick wall.

"Felix came to see you. What did you two do?"

Finally regaining a shred of sanity after the physical blow, the insanely jealous man demanded an answer. His voice dripped with pure, territorial possessiveness.

"He was here for two whole hours!"

Two hours. So many things could happen in two hours. And the fact that Claire was fresh out of the shower... It looked exactly like a post-coital shower! Wilbur was losing his mind with jealousy.

The moment he knew Felix had come to her floor, he had wanted to tear the hotel apart. But what right did he have to storm up here? So he had trapped himself in his car, chain-smoking until his lips were numb and his pack was empty. And it had done absolutely nothing to kill the rage inside him.