The Queen's Back

Mona unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and took a big gulp. She nodded. "Yes, before I went ashore, I lived in the sea."

After Maxwell filled the warm water for Mona, he saw Brendan standing in front of Mona with a smile on his lips. Maxwell's face immediately darkened.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Maxwell pondered, "This Brendan has been sizing up Mona just now. Now, he's smiling. Does he have some thoughts about

Mona?'

Meanwhile, Maxwell had walked up to Mona and pulled her into his arms. He looked at Brendan and said, "Mr. Conrad, I wanted to introduce you to my wife, but unfortunately, my wifes drunk. We'll meet again. I'll bring her home now." After saying that, Maxwell was still feeding Mona water. After taking two sips, Mona shook her head, indicating she wanted no more. Maxwell carried Mona and walked outside.

The moment Maxwell picked her up, Mona muttered, "Are you taking me back to the sea? But I can't go back yet. I remember it now. I have a husband."

It was difficult for Mona to remember him when she was drunk. Maxwell was in a good mood and asked, "Who's your husband?"

"My husband? My husband is Maxwell. I know he loves me and will avenge me, but, but he will die in the end. I don't want him to die. I'm sad that he will die." Mona whimpered. Unknowingly, tears had flowed out.

Maxwell's breathing was heavy. He gently brushed the tears beside Mona's ear with his thumb and said softly, "Don't cry. Your husband won't die. He will be with you until the end of his life."

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed Mona lightly on the lips.

The simple touch already made Mona's heart unable to settle down. She raised her hands and hugged Maxwell's neck tightly. She rubbed enthusiastically against Maxwell's neck. "You have to keep your word. You can't die so easily. Or, or..." Maxwell opened the car door and placed Mona on the seat. He lowered the partition to block the driver in the front row. At the same time, he blocked the light. Instantly, the closed car became dark.

"Or what?" Maxwell asked.

Mona thought for a moment and threatened, "Otherwise, I'll keep a gigolo with your money. One is not enough. I want to keep two."

Maxwell frowned, wondering if Mona still had this thought in her heart. "Then I'm afraid you don't have this possibility anymore. I'll live a long life with you."

The glass in the back seat of the car was ink-black. It was difficult for the lights around the villa to shine in. In the shallow shadows, Mona's eyes blinked slightly. She was a little unwell. There were crystal tears in her hazy eyes that hooked Maxwell's heart. Maxwell took a deep breath and fixed Mona's face with his well-defined palm. Just as Mona was about to speak, Maxwell lowered his head and gently touched her trembling lips with his thin lips.

A familiar scent and touch came over. Mona's hands wrapped around Maxwell's neck. She responded enthusiastically to Maxwell and hooked his slightly cold lips, tasting the wine fragrance as she swallowed something in small mouthfuls.

At first, Maxwell restrained himself. Even if it was a kiss, he wanted to wake Mona up a little. Later, it gradually changed. The rationality in his mind was gradually replaced by desire. His arms were tightly holding her slender waist through the fabric of her shirt and skirt. B

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For some reason, Monarpushed Maxwell. She gently touched her eyes and said pitifully, "Tears. My tears are pearls. Hurry up and pack them up. Don't spill them."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mona began to cry with all her night. Perhaps it was because she remembered what happened before, but she felt especially aggrieved. She cried until her tears kept flowing down Maxwell's fingertips.

Maxwell looked at Mona's slow tears and wished he could do something. He gently wiped the tears on her face and coaxed her softly, "Don't cry. We've got enough pearls."

Mona opened her eyes with difficulty and met Maxwell's eyes. She muttered, "That's good. We can exchange pearls for money."

Her brown hair draped over her shoulders, covering most of her exquisite face. Her eyelashes were tightly shut, and she occasionally sobbed, making her look exceptionally lovable.

After arriving at the hotel, Nigel parked the car and got out to give the couple some space.

Maxwell didn't get off immediately. Instead, he sat quietly in the car for a while with Mona in his arms. He looked down and saw Mona had gradually calmed down. Her breathing had also stabilized. There was a red mark on her neck. She was still drunk and looked a little pitiful. After she fell into a deep sleep, Maxwell put his suit jacket on Mona and covered most of her face. He carried Mona out of the car and walked into the hotel room.

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After waking up, Mona had a short period of memory loss. She could not remember how she came back the previous night. She only vaguely felt that she had said the words 'mermaid'.

The next morning, Mona got up from the bed in the hotel's master bedroom as if nothing had happened. She dressed normally. She planned to buy some gifts for their families with Maxwell. She would still give them gifts out of courtesy.

When she walked to the living room, she didn't see Maxwell. Instead, she saw a couture blue evening gown and a pearl bracelet. The pearls were all plump and crystal clear. They were so beautiful that Mona's eyes lit up.

Mona touched her head and wondered if she had asked Maxwell for anything the night before. She thought, 'Is it for me, or is Maxwell giving it away?

At that moment, Maxwell came over with breakfast. Mona quickly went to take the milk from him. She looked at the things on the table and asked, "Honey, is it for me?"

Maxwell nodded without hesitation and said, "Of course. Look, do you like them? Is it the blue tail you lost?"

When Maxwell saw Mona looking at him in confusion, it was as if a ferocious beast was awakening in his heart and he was about to lose control.

"Blue tail?" Mona asked. She did not have much memory of what happened the previous night.

Maxwell hugged Mona in his arms and pressed his forehead against hers. He said in a low voice, "Last night, you told me you were a mermaid and went ashore for me. You even said you lost your tail and asked me for it. Also, you said your tears were pearls. Here. I got them for you overnight. Do you like them?"