The Queen's Back

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Mona lay in bed, watching Maxwell huddled on the couch. He looked so pitiful, like a big dog abandoned by its owner. Her heart ached, and she wanted to pull him into her arms. After what felt like ages, Mona whispered, "Maxwell, are you asleep?" "No." Maxwell's deep voice came from the darkness.

"I'm having trouble sleeping," Mona said softly. "I just can't seem to fall asleep."

"Close your eyes, clear your mind, and take deep breaths," Maxwell suggested. He turned his back and glanced at the bed. In the dim light, he could just make out Mona's silhouette under the covers.

His heart warmed with a strange feeling. Mona was lying in his bed-the very bed he usually slept in. The faint scent of her perfume hung in the air, a soft fragrance that made it hard for him to sleep as well.

With a sigh, Mona said, "It's no use, I still can't sleep. Are you sure you don't want to come up here? My sleeping position is pretty good."

In the dark, her courage grew. Despite Maxwell turning her down once, she found herself asking again. Feeling a bit shy, she remembered that the closest they'd ever been was the kiss Maxwell gave her at their engagement party. They hadn't had much chance to get close since then.

Suddenly, Mona felt the bed shift slightly as Maxwell lay down next to her, and his deep voice said, "Go to sleep" The warmth of his body and his masculine scent made Mona's heart race. She slowly moved closer to him, drawn by his heat.

Mona thought about everything Maxwell had done for her in her past life, and a wave of love filled her chest. She wanted to tell him the truth, but who would believe such a strange story? He'd probably think she was crazy.

restful sleep. Maxwell, however, couldn't sleep at all. The soft scent of her filled the air, wrapping around him like a gentle web. He felt a strong pull to give in to the

leg draped over his, sending a tingling sensation through him. Maxwell's heart raced as he looked at her, now curled

and imagine her plush lips close by. His throat went dry as he swallowed, his hand instinctively sliding around her slim waist. Her waist was so tiny, he could almost

was holding her, other thoughts started to creep in. He reminded himself that he was a gentleman, not someone

Maxwell beside her, she slept through the night without waking up from that unsettling feeling of weightlessness that had been frightening her for the past few

The only sign he'd been there was the crumpled bedsheets next to her. Mona wondered

After her bold request for Maxwell to share the bed last night, she was relieved to see he didn't seem annoyed. Come on, Mona, be braver. Maxwell's practically yours already! she whispered to herself. If anyone had walked

Maxwell had great taste. The light blue dress fit her perfectly, showing off her

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like it was made

greeted him with a smile and

it." But even as he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but linger on her. The dress, which seemed ordinary before, now looked even

still fuming about how Gordon had

said, sighing at the thought of facing her

you so much-he's perfect! How lucky you are!" Barbara gushed, clinging to Mona's side. Mona could barely tolerate her fake cheerfulness. Just hearing Barbara's voice made her stomach churn. 'Has she already forgotten she slept with my ex-fiancé? Stop faking this sisterly act