Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 333

Seth took the blow squarely but didn’t back down—instead, he landed another punch on Healy.

“Oh, you want to keep going?” Healy spat out blood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing.

The two of them locked in a messy brawl, fists and kicks flying, every hit landing with a sickening thud.

Bianca watched in panic from the sidelines, desperate to break them apart. She stepped in, but neither of them noticed her in the chaos. Suddenly, someone shoved her aside—a rough, careless move in the scuffle. She stumbled, falling hard to the floor and smacking her head on a potted plant. Pain shot through her skull, vision swimming with stars.

The fight showed no signs of stopping, so Bianca, her voice trembling, called out for help as loud as she could.

Upstairs, Noreen had just said goodbye to Healy and jumped in for a quick shower, eager to collapse into bed. The day had worn her out, and all she wanted was sleep.

But just as she began to drift off, a racket from outside her room yanked her back to full alertness. The commotion was impossible to ignore. Throwing on the hotel bathrobe, Noreen stepped out to investigate.

She hadn't even reached the source of the noise before she heard Bianca’s tearful plea: “Please, just stop fighting!”

A fight? Now that was more interesting than sleep. Wide awake, Noreen hurried down the hallway to see what was happening.

But before she could get a good look, Healy came crashing down in the corridor, a bruise blossoming on his face. Noreen rushed over and helped him up. “What the hell happened?”

Healy grimaced, wincing as he touched his jaw. “How should I know? One minute I’m minding my own business, the next I’m getting punched.”

Seth didn’t look much better. He was slumped on the ground a few feet away, blood trickling from his lip.

Bianca sat nearby, clutching her forehead, her eyes red and watery. She looked downright miserable.

Noreen ignored the two battered men and focused on Healy, her voice worried and gentle. “Are you badly hurt? Should we get you to a hospital?”

“It’s nothing. Just a scratch.” Healy straightened up, not wanting Noreen to think he was soft. “I got a few good hits in too.”

Seth finally pushed himself upright, though he stayed seated, dabbing the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His gaze pinned Noreen, eyes cold and sharp—like he was searching for something beneath the surface.

So, she already showered this fast? What was she trying to hide?

Noreen turned to Healy again. “You really don’t need a doctor?”

Healy shook his head. “I’m fine. I’m not made of glass.”

“Come to my room, I’ll clean up that cut for you,” Noreen offered.

Healy was about to agree when Seth spoke up, his tone almost caring. “You should go to the hospital too. Just in case.”

“I’m good,” Healy replied quickly.

Bianca chimed in, “You should get checked out, too. This all started because of me.”

Noreen arched an eyebrow at that. So, the fight was over Bianca? Unbelievable.

She let go of Healy and said, “Yeah, better safe than sorry. If you’ve rattled your brain, you’ll want a doctor to tell you.”