The Queen's Back

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bit of a reaction down below.

Maxwell's heart sped up as he caught another glimpse of Mona's figure. She had the kind of curves that could make any guy lose his cool-everything just right in all the right places. A moment ago, he'd accidentally gotten a peek at her chest, and it was hard not to feel a After Maxwell left, Mona quickly finished getting dressed, still thinking about how the day had been full of awkward moments with him. It was surprising how much Maxwell had matured. It was hard to believe that the same guy who used to tease her and pinch her cheeks was now so calm and composed. Spotting the silver-gray suit hanging in the closet, Mona decided it would make the perfect wedding gift for Maxwell. She picked it up and headed toward the study. Standing at the door, she knocked twice and called out, "Max, I'm coming in." His deep voice responded from inside, "Come in."

As Mona walked in, she was met with Maxwell's usual cool, distant vibe. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, showing a bit of his firm chest. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, giving him a mix of restrained desire and icy detachment. Mona couldn't help but think, 'He's incredible. When will I ever win him over?'

Their eyes met briefly before Mona smiled and held out the suit. She'd noticed his closet was full of black suits and was curious to see if he'd be into a different color for a change.

When Maxwell saw the suit, his expression darkened. He felt a surge of irritation and gripped his pen tighter. "What's this supposed to mean? Is she giving me something Teddy didn't want?' he thought.

"Max, it's a wedding gift. Do you like it?" Mona asked with a bright smile.

Trying to keep his frustration in check, Maxwell just said, "It's not bad.

flat-out reject it. "I'll hang it in the closet for you. Maybe you can wear

for a moment, hoping for some acknowledgment, but when none came, she realized she was just in the way and left the

was gone, Maxwell leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette, letting the smoke fill the room with

and it would just be the two of them,

every detail. She wanted Maxwell to taste her best effort. When Maxwell

he'd always thought wouldn't lift a finger in the kitchen, was here cooking

without looking that it was Maxwell. "Just a little longer, and dinner will be ready!" she said

one of those CEOs who couldn't manage on his own. He'd learned to cook out of necessity

washing vegetables with skillful ease. She nodded in agreement, and they quickly fell into a

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it but didn't bother checking, thinking it was just a message. Maxwell, standing right next to it, caught a glimpse of

[Mona, I know I was wrong. You don't have to marry Maxwell just to get back at me. I promise I