The Queen's Back

Mona had done.

Originally, Mona still had one night to think about how to tell Maxwell everything and get him a gift. She wanted to make Maxwell happy first. That way, Maxwell would think of the good mood just now and wouldn't get too pissed even if he was angry after hearing what However, she did not expect Maxwell to come back ahead of schedule. Mona did not prepare anything. It was indeed a big surprise.

Mona pursed her lips and wrapped her arms around Maxwell's neck like a spoiled child. "Well, if I tell you, don't be mad at me later, okay?"

Maxwell could not stand Mona being like this. Whenever she acted coquettishly, even if Mona wanted his life, he would give it to her without hesitation.

Just as Maxwell was about to nod, reason prevailed. "Honey, acting coquettishly won't work this time. Let's make things clear first!"

He wanted Mona to put her safety first. Although he did not know the details of the whole thing, he guessed Mona had most likely placed herself in danger. Maxwell's slender fingertips tapped the tip of Mona's nose.

Mona sighed silently in her heart. She told Maxwell everything, including how she almost drank the orange juice that was. drugged and how Haley knocked Molly out.

Towards the end, Maxwell's expression became increasingly sour. His hand, which was holding Mona, subconsciously tightened.

The strength in his hand suddenly increased. Mona subconsciously smiled at Maxwell.

"Mona, have you ever considered how you would escape if Haley failed to knock Molly out or if Gordon and his friend arrived early?" Maxwell asked seriously.

Since their marriage, Maxwell had rarely been so serious. Mona knew that Maxwell was furious.

Mona moved closer to Maxwell and said softly, "Maxwell, Haley is the bodyguard you found for me. Don't you know how good she is? Also, have you forgotten about Ava? Since Molly set up the camera, the room had been under Ava's surveillance. If anything happened to me, I would immediately terminate the plan. Ava would call the police."

After saying that, she added, "Before I do anything, I prioritize my safety. It's just that I might not be as kind as you think."

Mona subconsciously lowered her voice and dared not to look into Maxwell's eyes, afraid that Maxwell would be disappointed in her.

'I don't like it, either. Life is full of schemes, but there's always someone there to harm me.' Mona thought, IT didn't make a move first, the victim would be me.

Mona had no choice. She did not want to be forced like this forever.

After listening to Mona's words, Maxwell sighed softly, pulling Mona into his arms.

Mona was pleasantly surprised. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around Maxwell's neck and said sweetly, "Honey, are you angry?"

Maxwell's gaze met Mona's sparkling eyes. Even if he were angry with himself, Maxwell would not be mad at Mona. He felt uncomfortable because Mona had not discussed it with him before she decided to do this. Fortunately, she told him the truth afterward. D

Maxwell answered, "I'm still angry but haven't seen you in days.miss you. I'll continue to be mad tomorrow morning."

After a pause, Maxwell returned to Mona's previous question. "Next time, tell me before you decide what to do. You can't act first and report it later. Also, whether you're kind or not, I like you."

It only mattered that she was Mona.

Mona found it funny. 'What? He said he would continue to be angry tomorrow morning, huh? How so? I know Maxwell wants to be mad at me but can not bear to turn a cold shoulder to me.

Mona thought about it and took it as a couple's love and fun. She would coax Maxwell again if he got mad the next morning.

While thinking, Maxwell carried Mona to the second floor. Mona naturally wrapped her arms around Maxwell's neck and lay in his arms.

Mona opened her eyes in a daze the following morning and realized Maxwell was still asleep. She stretched out her slender hand and traced his eyebrows.

His eyebrows were beautiful. And Mona didn't think they looked like Donald's. She believed Maxwell should have taken after his mother's.

Maxwell felt as if a butterfly was lingering on his face. He felt a little limp and numb. Instantly, he grabbed Mona's naughty hand and drew her into his embrace.

After hugging Mona, Maxwell thought of something. He opened his eyes and looked at Mona. "I remember something. My anger from last night has not subsided. I'll continue it now!"

After saying that, Maxwell got up, leaving Mona alone on the king-sized bed. Mona turned over, thinking Maxwell had a good memory.

After Maxwell woke up, Mona did not stay in bed anymore. When Mona washed up, she realized Maxwell had not squeezed toothpaste for her. For so long, Maxwell had always prepared the toothpaste for her. Once he suddenly stopped doing so, Mona was not used to it. By the time she finished cleaning up, Maxwell had left.

Mona called Maxwell's name in the living room and called him Honey'. But no one responded. Maxwell wanted to give Mona the silent treatment and even didn't tell her before leaving for the office.

When she reached the kitchen, she found Maxwell did not even cook her breakfast. Mona's heart sank.

She could only make breakfast herself. In just one morning, Mona already felt unaccustomed to it without Maxwell taking care of her.

Mona took a big bite of bread and thought of how to coax Maxwell to stop him from being mad again.

Mona kept thinking and did not go to Star. She spent the morning drawing designs at home. After all, winter was coming soon, and she needed to put on new winter clothes.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

At noon, Mona did not let Hattie cook. Instead, she cooked lunch for Maxwell, thinking of bringing it to him later.

In the past, Mona had practiced hard in cooking to gain Teddy's favor. However, after she married Maxwell, Maxwell cooked most of the time because he did not want her to get injured. Mona understood the difference between when she was loved and not.

Although they had a cook and many servants in the house, Maxwell would cook whenever he was free after work. Especially when Mona was carrying Sweet Berry, Maxwell made almost everything she ate. Even though Mona had not cooked for a long time, her culinary skills were still not bad. Practice made perfect. Not long after, the fragrance of food floated in the kitchen.

Mona knew Maxwell was not a picky eater. She made her favorite food, grilled ribs, broccoli, vegetable salad, and chicken

soup.

After everything was done, Mona placed it in the lunchbox and asked Haley to accompany her to Clem Group.