The Queen's Back

"Alright," Maxwell said. "Let Haley follow you wherever you go these few days. Even if you go to the restroom, you have to let her follow you. With the incident that's happened, I'm worried about you." Maxwell reminded Mona. If anything happened to Mona, his heart would not be able to take it.

"I know that," Mona replied as she nodded.

After that, the two of them dawdled on the bed for a while. Noticing that he was about to be late for Carter Group's meeting, Maxwell reluctantly let go of Mona.

He got up, put on his clothes, and took his phone. He instinctively checked his messages and saw the photo that Brendan had sent him last night.

It was a photo showing a palm. He pressed the return button expressionlessly when he saw Mona walking slowly toward him.

He waved at Mona, signaling her to hurry over and wash up.

"Didn't you say you were going to be late? Why are you still looking at your phone?" Mona pointed out.

Maxwell put away the phone beside him, skillfully squeezed toothpaste for Mona, and handed it to her. "I'm not looking anymore. I'll wash up now."Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Mona looked at herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth.

She had attractive eyes and red lips. It had been almost a year since she traveled back in time, but her appearance had not changed much.

However, her flawless collarbone was covered with numerous hickeys that were closely packed together. She immediately shot a glare at the man in front of her through the mirror.

'My husband is really clingy, causing the hickeys to take days to fade every time we make out,' she thought.

Actually, she couldn't entirely blame Maxwell. Her skin was delicate. Often, a light touch would leave noticeable marks.

Despite being glared at by Mona for no reason, he was not angry. Instead, he reached out to stroke Mona's smooth hair.

"Mona, that Jenson has been punished. Brendan got his palm scratched." Maxwell spoke nonchalantly. He did not intend to show Mona the photo, worrying that Mona would have nightmares at night.

'It's just a scratch,' Maxwell thought. 'That seems like it's going too easy on him. If Mona did end up sleeping with Brendan, even Jenson's life wouldn't be enough to make up for it.'

"Oh, it's good that he got punished. Fortunately, I escaped in time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to explain myself when that group of reporters came in." Mona complained. She thought, 'Just a scratch, and Jenson learned his lesson.

'It's just that Jenson got his people to smash the reporters' cameras. But there were still many of my colleagues in the hotel room.

'When several people start saying and spreading the same thing, it'll become true when other people hear it, even if it is false.

'This is the power of words.'

Hearing Mona talk about how she escaped still sent chills down Maxwell's spine.

If Mona had stumbled at any point, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Mona, I remember telling you that no matter what happens, your life is the most important thing to me," Maxwell said. "Even if you slept with Brendan last night, I wouldn't-" He thought, 'I wouldn't blame you. As long as Mona stays by my side, that's all that matters. Everything else can be considered later.'

Before Maxwell finished talking, Mona covered his mouth with her hand.

"Maxwell, don't worry. Nothing would happen. You could control yourself after getting drugged, and so could I. Similarly, just like how deeply you love me, I love you just as much."

Mona could not imagine how Maxwell would feel if she did end up sleeping with Brendan yesterday.

She thought, 'This guy is always so jealous. If I really did sleep with Brendan, Maxwell would surely be

green with envy. He could refraine

from sleeping with Lydia after getting drugged. I could refrain from sleeping with Brendan too. This is because we both love each other deeply.'

Maxwell looked into Mona's eyes and said with deep affection in his eyes, "Mona, I will never let you down for loving me."

Mona met Maxwell's affectionate eyes and smiled at him. Then, she urged him to wash up quickly. Otherwise, it would be too late for breakfast later.

After they had breakfast together, Maxwell would return to Nathontown. He would come back to Noretin six days later. During those six days, he really intended to count the days on his fingers.

Mona walked Maxwell to his car. Watching him sitting quietly inside, with his fine hair slightly covering his forehead and eyes, thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and thin lips, she couldn't help but feel that Maxwell was truly a favored child of heaven, with each of his features so exquisite.

She waved at Maxwell, revealing a smile as she thought, 'Six days will pass quickly."

"Mona, remember to video call me every night," Maxwell reminded her again, worried that Mona would get so busy with work that she would forget.

Mona nodded. "Don't worry. I'll definitely remember. My phone isn't on silent mode. If you text me, I'll reply right away."

She also remembered that she had to have breakfast every morning and not wrap herself in the blanket when she slept.

Maxwell got the answer he wanted. He then glanced at Mona outside the car with a sense of reluctance to part before instructing Nigel in the driver's seat, "Drive off."

The black car slowly blended into the traffic. Mona kept waving and staring at Maxwell's car until it reached a spot where she could not see it. Only then did she drop her hand to her side, feeling somewhat desolate.

The feeling of parting with Maxwell was truly unpleasant. Just after separating, she was already looking forward to meeting him in six days.

After feeling a sense of desolation, Mona lowered her hand and walked into the hotel. Haley followed her. Elara was already waiting for her in the hotel room.

Before coming to Noretin, Mona and Elara had already prepared the work for this competition. The mechanism for displaying the works this time was different from that at Nathontown.

In Nathontown, models wore the works on the runway, but it was different this time. It was just a showcase, with ten pieces displayed together at once, which tested the eye-catching ability of the works. It was quite challenging to make the judges notice a particular entry among many competing pieces at a glance.

Mona still needed to thoroughly check her work for the competition.

While she was revising her design work, Barbara was brought out of the hotel and into a black Bentley. The car was then driven off into the distance.

The car took many turns and finally stopped at the entrance of a villa in the suburbs.

The car door was opened. Barbara looked at the villa in front of her. The furnishings and decor were not only comparable to those of the Clem family's home but exceeded them in quality. Barbara was led through an outdoor swimming pool, a golf course, and into a garden, where she saw a man sitting on a chair, drinking coffee.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she actually felt that this person's profile looked a little similar to Mona's.

Of course, it was only for a moment. When the man turned his face, Barbara knew that she was in a daze just now.

"Mr. Conrad, she has been brought here."

After the person who brought Barbara here said that, he nodded respectfully at Brendan and left the garden. Brendan and Barbara were the only ones in the garden now.