The Queen's Back

Chapter 325

"Mona, open the door. I know you're not sleeping. Don't let me kick the door." Maxwell's threat came from outside.

Mona got out of bed helplessly and opened the door, only to see his drunk red face. She had been pissed off that he disturbed her sleep. Now seeing this dead drunk useless man unable to take care of himself, she grew more annoyed. "Pajamas, Maxwell. You're not a kid anymore. Can you do it yourself?"

Maxwell placed his hand on Mona's shoulder. When he spoke, the odor of alcohol puffed onto her face. "Mona, what are you talking about? I'm your husband and you're my wife. You should go to pick up my pajamas, right? Move!"

With that, Maxwell pulled Mona into the bedroom next door. No matter how violently she resisted, as a man, Maxwell was too strong and easily pulled her out.

She took out his pajamas from the cabinet and placed them on the sofa beside Maxwell in a huff. "Is that enough? What's wrong with you? You drink like a fish every day. Do you want to die?"

Maxwell lifted Mona's chin with his finger and spat out the stench of alcohol at Mona. "I love it. None of your business."

Mona felt like he was flirting.

This man looked exactly the same as the old Maxwell in her mind, whose memory loss accounted for his weird behaviors. However, somehow a voice in Mona's heart told her that the Maxwell in front of her was fake. He was not the Maxwell she used to know and love. The real Maxwell was still in Welintern. This feeling became even stronger after Nigel sent his men for investigation.

"Good night. I'll go back," Mona said calmly. She had no violent reactions to Maxwell's words.

just her intuition. If she was wrong and the person in front of her was indeed Maxwell, she could only stay by his side

a down jacket, their matching outfits. She took off

helpless in the rain while every person around

to tell Maxwell that she could shield him,

face, flowing down his cheeks. In her dream, Mona felt a heart-wrenching

not the first time she had such a nightmare where she could

sitting by the bed, she asked loudly, "Maxwell, Maxwell, tell

not reply as he silently stared into her eyes with his

the same as the man she had been with for the past few days, but they gave her stark opposite feelings. In the dream, Maxwell loved her and his eyes were always shining brightly. However, the Maxwell beside her was different. When he looked

grey.

Mona asked again. She wanted to hear him talk,

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eyes. It was slightly bright outside, and her body was very tired. Unknowingly, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and she immediately

hith was fake,

man. The first thing she thought of was whether Maxwell was allergic to any food, but she couldn't remember a