The Queen's Back

Chapter 55

Maxwell studied Mona under the dim light outside the car as if he wanted to count every eyelash and memorize every feature of her face. The red marks on her face pierced his heart, causing sharp pain.

After what felt like an eternity, Maxwell gently opened the car door and carefully lifted Mona out, heading straight to their bedroom. He placed her on the large bed.

Looking at her soft features, Maxwell brushed her hair with his fingers, then decided to get some water to clean the blood off her hands and apply some medicine to her cheek.

As the warm towel touched Mona's palm, she instinctively tightened her grip around it, fearfully muttering, "Blood Blood.

So much blood."

Maxwell understood that what happened tonight had terrified her. He whispered in her ear, "It's gone. It's all cleaned up."

At that moment, Mona was trapped in a nightmare, dreaming of her fall from a building in her past, and imagining the blood flowing from Gordon's head when she hit him with her phone. No matter how these images intertwined, her dreams were filled with blood. After much effort, Maxwell finally cleaned the blood off Mona, but when he looked at her disheveled clothes, he hesitated about changing her into pajamas. Since Hattie had already gone home, it would have to be him doing it. Maxwell thought, But what if Mona woke up tomorrow and got angry about it?"

He decided not to take that risk and thought it best to leave her as she was. After all, he didn't mind her appearance.

That night, both Mona and Maxwell struggled to sleep. However, he kept her in his arms, and around five or six in the morning, he received a message from Nigel saying that Gordon had woken up.

Looking at the sleeping Mona beside him, her hand still gripping his shirt tightly, Maxwell furrowed his brows. He gently rubbed her back a few times and then carefully removed her hand from his shirt. He placed a light kiss on her forehead and said, "Keep sleeping. By the time you wake up, everything will be settled."

tidying up the room, Maxwell tiptoed out and drove straight to the private

sound of a cup smashing against the door. The guards on duty recognized Maxwell and obediently

a cup landed at Maxwell's feet. He shot Gordon an unfriendly glare, picked

at hirm

as the cup flew toward him, instinctively bracing for

Gordon squarely in the face. Pain surged through him,

by the collar, his eyes glinting with cold fury as he stared Gordon down. "Gordon, you

help but shiver inwardly, but he forced himself to act tough. He said, "So what if I took advantage of her? If it weren't for that bitch throwing something at me, she would have been mine

rage. At the moment he fell, he never expected Mona to dare to hit him with her phone, and she had surprisingly strong arms. She knocked him out cold. When he regained consciousness, Cordon found himself in this shabby hospital room, locked

to a wall.

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Chapter 55

"Since he

hearing Maxwell's words, the guards approached and

too, he would be completely incapacitated. He shouted at Maxwell, 'Make them stop! How dare you break my arms? Aren't you

the guards, "Let go of me! I'm the heir of the Carter family!

guards and said, "Go

a series of piercing screams, Gordon's arms were brutally