The Queen's Back (Mona and Maxwell)
The Queen’s 335

Chapter 335

When Haley and Mona Clem returned to the villa, it was almost noon, and Hattie had already started preparing lunch. Maxwell had no intention of getting up; Mona planned to have lunch before taking a rest.

Sitting in the living room, Mona turned on the television and casually selected a channel. Soon, the noise of the television filled the living room, and Mona felt less lonely now.

Soon, lunch was ready. Mona hesitated briefly before going upstairs to wake Maxwell up for lunch. She did not know if everything was just her imagination, so before she gathered any evidence, she would still treat Maxwell in the room as the real Maxwell. Mona knocked on the door several times, but there was no response. She did not lock the door when she went out earlier. She called Maxwell a few times, but there was still no response.

Mona thus opened the door and went in. The room was very dark, and Maxwell was still sleeping.

The moment the door opened, the bright light from outside shone in, sharply piercing Maxwell's eyes. Instinctively, Maxwell's brow furrowed in discomfort.

"Mona, what are you doing? I won't starve to death if I skip a meal. Why are you so annoying!" Maxwell opened his eyes and looked at Mona, his tone unfriendly.

Mona was not upset. She had already gotten used to it since Maxwell was dealing with memory loss. After walking into the room, she looked at Maxwell and said, "Get up and have lunch. If you continue sleeping, you won't be able to sleep tonight." 'Moreover, it's not that Maxwell doesn't have a job. Such a big Clem Group needs Maxwell to take care of it,' Mona thought.

"Get lost! It's all because of you that I'm so sleepy now." Maxwell thought that if Mona had not been kidnapped yesterday, he would not have been watched over by the two elders of the Clem family. He had not slept all night, just sitting on the sofa playing with his phone; it was truly exhausting.

As he spoke, he had no intention of getting up.

To prevent Maxwell from fooling around later at night, Mona swiftly walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and immediately drew open the heavy curtains. Sunlight shone in shining directly onto the large bed. Maxwell squinted his eyes, "Damn it! Mona, are you sick?" Maxwell gritted his teeth and said.

"Get

up,

have lunch, and go to work. Don't you know it's the end of the year now, and there are many things to do in the company?" Mona asked. "The dignified head of the Clem Group doesn't have the Clem Group on his mind. It's already this late, and he's 'still sleeping. If word gets out, it'll be a laughing stock!'

"Mona, I'll give you a chance. Get out and help me close the door. This way, I can pretend nothing has happened," Maxwell said while suppressing his urge to hit someone.

"Then I'll repeat myself. Maxwell, get up, have lunch, and go to work," said Mona.

Maxwell's eyes met Mona's defiant eyes. The anger brewing in him since last night suddenly erupted.

His large hand lifted open the blanket, storming over to Mona. He pressed down on her shoulder, forcing her back against the wall. He then raised his fist to make it clear that if Mona dared to say one more word, his fist would come down and strike her face. Mona felt a flicker of fear, but her gaze remained defiant, unafraid of Maxwell's threatening stare. "What? Are you really going to hit me?"

"Yes, Mona. If you dare say another word and demand anything from me again, my fist will hit your face." After speaking,

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Maxwell worried Mona might not take him seriously and emphasized, "I'm not joking. I mean what I say."

Then, angrily, he let go of Mona. After their intense confrontation, Maxwell had lost any urge to sleep. He shot Mona one more furious glance before storming into the bathroom attached to the room.

Left alone, Mona's back was pressed against the wall as she watched the figure slowly disappear from her sight. Mona felt her heart ache even more. If the person before her eyes was really Maxwell, her thoughts were wrong and she knew how to face him now.

Mona had seen it clearly just now. Maxwell had wanted to hit her In Mona's understanding, domestic violence happens once and then countless times after. Such a man was someone she could never tolerate in her life.

Dragging her exhausted body, Mona went to the dining table downstairs. The delicious food had already been served by the servants, filling the air with a tempting aroma. Mona's eyes were fixed on the food, but her thoughts had drifted far away, lost in her mind. Soon, Maxwell came down after taking a shower. He pulled out a chair and made an ear-piercing sound that made Mona's scalp tingle.

"What's the matter? Just hearing that sound makes you uncomfortable? You don't even think about how you disturb my sleep every day. Do you know how irritated that makes me?" Maxwell sneered. 'Seeing your frightened expression, I was kind enough to let you share a room with him. Instead of being grateful, you kept interrupting my sleep. You're really great!'

"Do the right thing at the right time. I can't just watch you sleep at home during the day and not go to the office," Mona replied. 'If Grandpa discovers, he'll definitely get angry and be displeased with Maxwell'

"Alright, what you said makes sense. I'm impressed." After Maxwell finished speaking, Mona did not say anything else seeing his mocking expression.

The two finished their lunch quietly. Mona did not have much of an appetite. The food was tasteless when she was eating.

After lunch, Maxwell left without saying anything to Mona. Mona guessed he had left for office.

In the afternoon, Mona spent her time in a daze. She did not want to sleep, nor could she fall asleep. She noticed that it had started to drizzle outside, and as she sat in her room's chair, she aimlessly watched the light rainfall, which brought her a sense of tranquility. Suddenly, she realized that the rainfall in Nathontown this year seemed particularly abundant. It felt like it had been continuous since autumn began,

As the sky slowly darkened, a flash of lightning illuminated much of the sky, and Mona realized she had been lost in thought for a long time. Instinctively, she picked up her phone to check the time and was shocked to see it was already ten o'clock at night. The afternoon had slipped away without her noticing, and Maxwell still had not come home. She did not want to wait for him any longer; she dragged her weary body to take a shower, then comfortably snuggled under the blanket.

After spending another couple of days in a haze, Mona finally received the message she had been eagerly anticipating; it was from Nigel.

[Madam, the people sent to Welintern have returned. They reported that they questioned the doctor using different methods and clarified the situation. The current president is indeed the president; it's just that he's lost his memory. The results of the fingerprint analysis haven't come in yet, but probably tomorrow.]

Mona looked at Nigel's message in disbelief. 'Does he mean the person by my side is Maxwell? And I'm just overthinking. Is

that so?'

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