The Queen's Back

Bernard's words were clear. The company would be handed over to Maxwell after he passed away. The premise was Maxwell would continue to love and dote on Mona.

*Bernard, I'm nice to Mona not for the company..." said Maxwell

Before Maxwell could finish his words, Bernard patted his shoulder and said, "I know you have your grand ambition and ability. The Clem Group in your hands is just to make your great cause faster. You can do whatever you want. I understand. 1 am old and hope Mona and Albert can live well from now on. I don't think about anything else. I just want you all to be happy!"

Perhaps when one was old, one would not care about money and power. One only hoped one's children could live happily and spend more time with them. That way, one would have no regrets in one's life.

"Bernard, what you said is right. I have received your lecture. Meanwhile, I hope you can rest assured that my feelings for Mona are deeper than you think."

Maxwell's words gave Bernard peace of mind.

Soon, the sound of laughter came from the staircase. Maxwell and Albert looked over, and their gazes stopped on their wives.

Maxwell saw Bernard going to hold Jane's hand. Everything was so natural. It was as if Maxwell could see him and Mona like them years later. Maxwell thought, 'At that time, my family should have grown, and I have children with Mona. And our children have their children. The days in the future will be much better than before. My life is bitter before sweet!

Mona saw Maxwell pondering something with a smile after she walked to him. Her palm swayed before Maxwell's eyes. Then Maxwell caught her hand.

"What's the matter?" asked Maxwell.

"Maxwell, I should be the one asking you that. What's wrong?" said Mona.

Maxwell thought about what he had just thought and smiled slightly. "It's nothing. I was thinking my Mona looks terrific!"

Mona burst out laughing. "You're so talkative!"

However, Mona was still happy Maxwell praised her.

After all, everyone likes to hear nice things.

Barbara walked in with a small suitcase at night. Albert quickly greeted her and helped her put her luggage in the room.

In Albert's words, the house was so big. It was not as if there were no rooms. It was good enough for Barbara to live with Bernard and Jane. Why did they have to let her live out the home alone? However, Albert could not say anything since Bernard had bought the house. He might upset the whole family when the time comes, and everyone would have an unpleased Christmas.

The days passed peacefully. Before Christmas Eve, Donald called Maxwell and angrily told Maxwell to come back home the next day for Christmas.

Of course, Maxwell would not agree. Richard had passed away. Maxwell had no feelings for Donald, his father.

People's feelings are mutual. If one person is good to another, another will be good to one person, too, and vice versa.

Ever since Maxwell was born, Donald had never taken on the responsibility of being a father. Therefore, for Maxwell, Donald was just the man who provided sperm, no different from any other stranger. They didn't have any father-son bond.

III

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The sound of music echoes in their ears intermittently. It was Christmas day. Mona opened her eyes slightly and felt the sky had just lit up.

Mona was lazy and did not get up. She pulled up the blanket and leaned into Maxwell's arms.

Maxwell placed his hands on Mona's car, trying to block the sound for her.

However, Polly knocked on the door soon and urged them to get up.

It was Christmas day. They needed to get up to paint and prepare lunch. Lunch must be sumptuous.

Even though Mona didn't want to get up so early, the Christmas rituals were still indispensable. She rolled twice on the big bed before reluctantly getting up. In Maxwell's words, it was a good thing they had changed to a bigger bed after getting married. Otherwise, Mona would have rolled under the bed.

Mona snorted softly and went to put on her clothes. Of course, Christmas had to be festive. Mona planned to wear her red coat, and the coat she prepared for Maxwell was also red.

Maxwell and Mona looked at them in the mirror when they were washing up, The corners of Mona's lips curled up unconsciously. Bernard was hospitalized last Christmas. They celebrated Christmas in a perfunctory way. Today, they could celebrate.

When Maxwell saw Mona smiling, he subconsciously smiled, too. Actually, he did not know why he was smiling. It might be because he felt happy when he saw Mona smiling!

Maxwell tied Mona's soft hair into a high hair bun with a red hair tie on top.

"Mona, if the hair bun on your head is split into two, you will be like a lucky doll!" said Maxwell. It would be best if Mona had more flesh on her face. Mona's face was not fleshy, but it did not stop Maxwell from imagining it.

"What are you thinking about? Lucky doll? Is there a Lucky doll as big as me?" Mona applied bright red lipstick while looking in the mirror. She looked at herself, with perfect skin and beautiful makeup. She smiled and put away her lipstick.

"What's wrong with that? You're my lucky doll. Come on, let me see if your lipstick is red enough," Maxwell said as landed on Mona's lips. They were very close.

Mona wore bright red lipstick, which made her smooth skin even more beautiful and her big eyes even brighter. "Am I beautiful?" asked Mona, looking at Maxwell, whose face was getting so close to hers.

Maxwell nodded and pinched Mona's chin with his thumb and index finger. "You look beautiful. I want to try it!"

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Then Maxwell's kiss landed. Mona pressed her hands against his chest, not wanting Maxwell to kiss her. She had just applied lipstick.

However, Maxwell had pressed her onto the dressing table. His big hand had grabbed her wrists at some point in time, and another hand was still holding Mona's chin. For a moment, Mona was unable to move. Her eyes were slightly closed, and a strong masculine smell came over. Mona could only endure Maxwell's kiss!

Their lips were pressed tightly against each other, and their breaths blended, emitting a minty smell.

Maxwell had let go of Mona's wrist. He held her hand and interlocked their fingers.

Their kiss was still going on until Jane had Polly knock on Mona and Maxwell's door again. "Ms. Clem, Mr. Carter, are you up yet?" said Polly.

Mona pushed Maxwell in a panic. She took two deep breaths and replied, "I'm up. I'll be downstairs soon!"

Then she glared at Maxwell.

Maxwell was not angry-Instead, he held Mona's hand and lowered his head to take a bite. He said hoarsely, "I'll let you off now. I'll kiss you properly tonight." The soft touch on his hand was followed by some pain. Mona snorted and stared at Maxwell with her big eyes.