The Queen's Back

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"Really? Maxwell, you're not lying to me, are you?" Mona asked incredulously. The realization that something she had longed for was actually happening felt almost unbelievable. Under Mona's intense gaze, Maxwell nodded. "It's true. Besides, I don't know any big celebrities, so I wouldn't have that kind of influence." If Maxwell had truly intended to help Mona in that way, he would have ensured that Artemis Rain chose her design outright, without any competition. Hearing Maxwell's

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I's words, Mona felt like she was about to burst with happiness. Knowing that Artemis chose her design for its own merit, rather than through Maxwell's influence, was incredibly gratifying. In her excitement, she forgot about her injuries and threw her arms around Maxwell's neck. Maxwell quickly embraced her, worried she might hurt herself further.

The pain hit her, reminding Mona of her condition, but the thought of being in Maxwell's arms made the discomfort bearable.

"Take it easy, you're still recovering," Maxwell said I said gently, carefully laying her back on the bed and tucking her in.

"The doctor said you'll need to stay in the hospital for about two more weeks to heal properly."

"Two weeks? That's half a month," Mona murmured, feeling an eagerness to return to her normal life.

With a clear goal in mind, Mona was impatient to get back to work and see her design come to life. She was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

Mona was

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was determined not to be just a supportive wife behind the scenes. She wanted her own career, something that would give her life meaning.

"If you recover well, the doctor said you could be discharged in a week," Maxwell repeated the doctor's words to Mona.

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"I'll take care of some company matters during this time, and

stayed by Mona's side, helping her with everything from peeling apples to fetching water. Mona felt that Maxwell had practically taken over the nurse's duties, even sending the nurse home

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to arrange for her discharge. The doctor advised her

threat and Mona's incomplete recovery, Maxwell

struggling to walk. Without hesitation, he scooped her up, saying,

arms, Mona nodded. Their time together over the past week had

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on the private jet was smooth and uneventful, and before Mona

brought her not to their small apartment but to the

place felt familiar, bringing back memories of their time together.

hired a housekeeper,

they left the hospital, Maxwell carried Mona

wrapped her arms around his neck,

his heart and

villa, everything had been meticulously prepared. Their

with their luggage. Maxwell carried

Mona felt a playful urge. As he set her down, she kept her arms wrapped around

off guard, Maxwell lowered his head, and his warm lips brushed against

room was filled with a