The Queen's Back

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Mona was so frightened by the dream that she woke up. She sat up, her eyes filled with panic, and her pajamas drenched in sweat. Although she could not see Maxwell's face clearly in the dream, she knew he was in pain.

She did not have time to think. She got out of bed hurriedly, forgetting to wear slippers in her panic. Picking up the spare key, she opened the door and ran into Maxwell's room.

It was not long after dawn and Maxwell was still sleeping soundly. His sleeping posture was also different from before.

Without hesitation, Mona hugged Maxwell. The dream from last night kept flashing before her eyes as though it had really happened.

Panicking, Mona felt really afraid. Only when she saw Maxwell fine and dandy beside her would she feel better.

It was odd to have someone barged into his room suddenly and even crawled into his arms, hugging him. Maxwell frowned and pushed Mona away.

Mona's attention was foused on Maxwell's face. After being pushed by Maxwell, she sat on the bed.

In a daze, Maxwell saw Mona's face covered in tears. He had wanted to quarrel with her but now asked, "What's wrong?"

Mona shook her head, remembering that Maxwell was no longer the Maxwell of the past. She said, "I'm fine. I just had a nightmare. I didn't mean to wake you."

With that, Mona left the bedroom barefooted.

Maxwell looked at Mona's back and snapped, "What a lunatic." Then, he continued to sleep.

After Mona returned to her room, she lay under the blanket and could not fall asleep for a long time. Whenever she closed her eyes, she would see Maxwell trapped in the basement.

She had just confirmed that Maxwell was sleeping on the bed in the room next to hers and that the dream wasn't real. However, for some reason, Mona felt especially upset. It was as if Maxwell had really suffered such treatment. Somehow, Mona fell asleep again, dreaming of the same scene. But this time, Maxwell said, "Mona, I love you. I've never stopped loving you."

After that, Maxwell was pulled into the dark basement and the door slammed shut.

Mona shouted and pounded on the door. No matter how hard she tried, the door would not open. In the end, Mona woke up again shouting Maxwell's name.

The sky was already bright, the sunlight streaming into the room. Mona looked at the time. It was already past seven o'clock. She ran her hand through her messy hair and got out of bed in her slippers.

Mona saw her pale face in the mirror and forced a smile. It felt especially fake and not as bright as before.

After spending several days together, Mona knew Maxwell did not eat breakfast now. She walked to the kitchen to look at the half-prepared meal from last night.

Mona kept everything that could be eaten and threw away the rest. Then, she ate a piece of bread and drank some milk.

She sat in the living room, drawing as she waited for Maxwell to come down. It would be spring soon after Christmas ended. She could start preparing for Star's spring collection. Perhaps it was because she was in a bad mood, but as she held a paintbrush in her hand, no inspiration came to her. She could not help but keep thinking of Maxwell's face.

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It was not the Maxwell sleeping at home, but the Maxwell who was in the basement in her dream. Perhaps he had not shaved for a few days. Mona could see his stubble, even if she couldn't see clearly. Mona could not help but think of how Maxwell used to tease her with this stubble. Life was good then and they were happy.

Now, Maxwell had lost his memory, and it seemed Mona's inspiration for designs had dried up too.

Just like the last two days, Maxwell didn't come downstairs until 11:00 pm when the servants were starting to prepare lunch. Because Mona had made dinner last night, they had not eaten. She was still angry, so she did not want to make lunch today. Her mind was filled with the dream last night, and she was not in the mood to cook.

Maxwell came down and saw Mona sitting on the sofa. He could not help but think of her soft body in his arms when he was half awake. He said indifferently, "I heard you didn't buy that suit for me last night?"

These words were a question to Mona.

"Yeah," Mona replied.

"Aren't you going to explain yourself?" Maxwell asked.

Mona met Maxwell's gaze and felt he was even more unfamiliar. "Four million dollars is not a small sum. You can't simply buy something just because you want to."

"The amount is insignificant to us. Mona, you're really embarrassing me."

"Yes, the money isn't much to us but I have control of it. Do you have any money? You can't fork out that much now."

Mona wanted to provoke Maxwell. She wanted him to agree to go to Clem Group to work and stop being so muddle-headed.

Maxwell pointed at Mona and chuckled, "Aren't we married? What's yours is mine. We're one. Since I don't have any money transfer some to me. I don't need much. Ten million dollars will do."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Mona placed the brush and sketchbook in her hand on the coffee table, not looking at Maxwell. She said, "Yes, we're married, but I have control over the family's finances. Maxwell, if you want money, you have to go to work. It's been a few days since you came back. Clem Group needs you."

Maxwell looked at Mona and chuckled. "Mona, are you saying all this because you want me to go to Clem Group? I understand over the last few days that I'm the current chairman of Clem Group. Since that is so, I should go."

When Mona saw how easily Maxwell agreed, she vaguely felt that something bad would happen.

"In that case, go to the company with Nigel after lunch. It's almost Christmas. The company is very busy lately," Mona said as she looked into Maxwell's eyes.

"Alright, whatever you say. Can you transfer money to me now?" Maxwell asked.

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"If you come home on time tonight, I'll transfer it to you." Mona really didn't want to go out in the middle of the night to pick up Maxwell again. Her dark circles were already extremely obvious. Maxwell pointed at Mona and said, "So that is how it is. Fine, Mona." He even gave Mona a thumbs-up. "You're really smart, aren't you?"

As soon as he finished, Mona stopped talking. She took the remote control and turned on the television.

Neither of them spoke. It was better to have some noise in the silent living room.

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Soon, Hattie came over and told Mona and Maxwell that lunch was ready. Mona nodded and got up to call Maxwell to go to the dining table.

Hattie's culinary skills were very good. Back then, Maxwell had hired her because he saw that her culinary skills were not bad and the food she made suited Mona's taste.

The meal was very quiet. Neither Mona nor Maxwell spoke. Only the sound of utensils clinking on plates could be heard.

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