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.

didn't flat-out reject it. "I'll hang it in the closet for you. Maybe you can wear it

his work. Mona stood there for a moment, hoping for some acknowledgment, but when none came, she realized she was just in the

letting the smoke fill the room with a hazy mist. He thought to himself, 'Mona, what am

cook for dinner. Since it was her first time making a meal for Maxwell and it would just be the two of them, she went with some simple dishes: fried steak, Caesar salad, and French

the fridge and was marinating it with spices, paying close attention to every detail. She wanted Maxwell to taste her best effort. When Maxwell walked out of the study, he was met with the

thought wouldn't lift a finger in the kitchen, was here cooking for him. But then he realized, she

on her back and knew without looking that it was

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

they quickly fell into a smooth rhythm, working together effortlessly. Before long, the kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of their

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was suddenly broken by the buzz of a phone on the table. Mona glanced at it but didn't bother checking, thinking it was just a message. Maxwell, standing right next to it, caught a glimpse of the

read, [Mona, I know I was wrong. You don't have to marry Maxwell just to get back at me. I promise I won't mess up again. Please, give me one more chance.] Even without a remark, Maxwell instantly recognized the