The Queen's Back

After Brendan finished speaking, he raised his leg, lifting it off Jenson's hand. He then turned around and asked, "What about Mona's clothes?" Jenson quickly explained, "Mr. Conrad, even if you gave me the courage, I wouldn't dare to change Ms. Clem's clothes. I got someone to help her change her clothes."

He had always thought that Mona was the woman that Brendan had taken a fancy to, which was why he figured out a way to send her to Brendan's bed. However, from what Brendan just said, it seemed that he was wrong in his guess. But now he didn't dare to speculate freely anymore.

"I don't think you would dare to do that. Scratch it yourself." With that said, Brendan left the room.

He thought, 'Jeez, I just wanted to rest for a while, but he didn't let him have some peace, insisting on being a smart ass. Getting his palm scratched is the price of being a smart ass. I'll just consider it an apology to Mona.'

Jenson looked at Brendan's retreating figure. Then, he looked at the bodyguards standing neatly at the door. After that, He held the cold knife in one hand while letting his other hand rest limply on the floor, his eyes fixed on his palm.

Steeling himself and gritting his teeth, he used the knife to make a scratch.

If he didn't do it by himself, the people at the door would do it for him, and the outcome would definitely be more severe.

In an instant, sweat poured out of Jenson's forehead. He gritted his teeth tightly in pain, leaving no room for even the smallest opening.

After it ended, he felt intense heartache, unable to recover from his anguish for a long while.

He thought, 'Fortunately, he only wanted me to make a scratch and not take my life.'

*****

After Mona and Maxwell went out, they did not stay at the ball. Nigel immediately drove them to the hotel.

On the way, Haley looked at Maxwell and Mona, who were sitting in the back seat. A wave of guilt washed over her, and she said guiltily, "Mona, I'm sorry. I should have waited for you outside the restroom. That way, you wouldn't have been kidnapped." Now that Haley thought about it, she felt a lingering fear. 'Thank goodness nothing happened to Mona,' she thought. 'Otherwise, I'd never be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life.'

"Haley, it's not your fault," Mona said. "This has nothing to do with you." She smiled at Haley with difficulty. However, she involuntarily tightened her grip on Maxwell's hand.

She seemed to still be able to feel the fear of crossing over from one balcony to another.

"There won't be a next time," Maxwell said coldly. "Otherwise, you can go back and get some to replace you." He could not be careless about Mona's safety.

"I understand," Haley said. "I promise it won't happen again."

From then on, no matter what Mona did, she would follow closely, leaving no chance for anyone to harm her.

After returning to the hotel, the first thing Mona did was fill the bathtub with water and take a relaxing soak.

The hot water enveloped her delicate skin, and the water slowly flowed down her skin. Only then did she feel relaxed.

The experience of the night was still vivid in her mind. When she closed her eyes, she still seemed to feel the fear of looking down from a high spot. Now that she thought about it, she did not dare to imagine why she had the courage to cross over the balcony. Maxwell waited for Mona at the doorway of the bathroom for a long time but did not see her come out. He was afraid that something might have happened to her inside.

After hesitating for a moment, he knocked on the bathroom door. "Mona, don't soak too long, lest you catch a chill."

Hearing Maxwell's voice at the door, Mona slowly opened her eyes and replied, "Okay. I'm done now."

With that said, she slowly got up. The water in the bathtub had turned lukewarm. She had soaked long enough.

After soaking in the water, her entire body felt incredibly relaxed.

With only Maxwell outside, Mona put on a loose bathrobe and walked out with a hair-drying cap on her head.

Maxwell was waiting outside the bathroom. When he saw Mona come out, he immediately hugged her.

She was as beautiful as a fairy that emerged from a water lily in clear water, and there was a faint fragrance on her body.

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"Maxwell, you were scared out of your wits today, right?" Mona asked.

Haley immediately told Maxwell that Mona had gone missing. Maxwell, who was far away in Nathontown, would definitely be worried. He rushed over a few hours after Mona disappeared. It was evident that he

was not only worried, but also afraid.

His fingers gently brushed past Mona's eyebrows. His thin lips left a kiss on her forehead. "Yes, I was indeed worried sick and needed your comfort."

As Mona noticed that Maxwell's kiss was about to land, she covered his lips with her hand and said softly, "I haven't dried my hair yet."

"There's no hurry. I'll help you."

Almost as soon as Maxwell finished speaking, he lifted Mona with his strong arms and walked back inside.

In a moment, the sound of the hairdryer buzzing as it was used could be heard in the room, causing Mona's hair to flutter. Before long, it was replaced by another sound. Their breaths alternated, and their breaths merged.

The night ahead was still long and joyful.

The stars outside quietly huddled together like the two people on the big bed, tightly pressed against each other and inseparable.

*****

Golden sunlight covered the large bed, falling gently on the snow-white bedsheets. Mona reached out and pushed Maxwell, wanting him to hold her less tightly. Maxwell immediately grabbed Mona's hand which was pushing him and kissed it. He asked in a low voice, "Aren't you tired? Why are you awake so early today?"

"Maxwell, you still say that? I already

told you have work today. You

didn't know how to control yourself last night." Mona retracted her hand, opened her eyes, and shot Maxwell a glare.

Maxwell wouldn't let Mona's hand slip away from his fingers. He grasped her hand again and pressed it against his chest. "Yeah. It's my fault. I can't help it. My wife is too charming."

He tightened his embrace around Mona a little more, affectionately nuzzling against her neck, like a big dog acting endearingly.

He did not know if it was because Mona had taken a bath or because she still had some knockout drugs in her system, but she was even more enchanting to him than usual last night.

"Honey, I don't want to leave you. I don't want to go back to Nathontown."

After being hugged by Maxwell,

Mona felt that she could not bear to

part with him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and said, "I will be over very soon. It's already been a day since yesterday. The competition will start in six days. Just count the days on your fingers. It will be over very soon."

She suddenly felt that Maxwell had it tough. After returning to Nathontown for a few days, he would fly back to Noretin to watch her competition.

Because Maxwell had come to Noretin yesterday, Mona had no intention of returning to Nathontown before the competition. She would wait here for him to come back.