The Queen's Back

Perhaps because there was carpet on the floor, Lydia didn't feel my pain when she fell.

Maybe the effects of the drug had peaked, and Maxwell felt as though his body was about to explode, and beads of sweat began to cover him.

Before he lost control completely, he decided to throw Lydia onto the bed. In the process, he knocked over a lamp and some toiletries, then wrapped her in a blanket and locked himself in the bathroom

While in the bathroom, he thought about how they all had dinner together. Everyone else was fine, but he and Lydia had issues. It was clearly from eating something problematic. Besides dinner, he had only drunk a cup of coffee that Stephanie handed him Maxwell didn't know when Mona would return, but he knew the person outside wasn't her. All he could think about was that he couldn't let Mona down.

Gradually, he slipped into a semi-conscious state.

Mona drove, constantly checking on Maxwell in the passenger seat, hoping he was fine.

Seeing his flushed cheeks gradually return to normal, and his breathing stabilize, she felt a bit more at ease.

By the time Mona pulled into the driveway at home, it was almost midnight, and she was exhausted.

She helped Maxwell out of the car and led him upstairs to the bedroom.

At that moment, the effects of the drug had worn off quite a bit, but as he looked at Mona beside him, an evil thought crossed his mind. If he took advantage of the drug's effects tonight, she probably wouldn't get mad. After all, it would be hard for him to control himself. But as soon as the thought appeared, Maxwell dismissed it. She was the light in his life, and he couldn't let that light be

tainted.

He decided to wait until she willingly came to him before doing what he wanted. There was no need to rush.

Once they were in the bedroom, Maxwell went straight to the bathroom, leaving Mona sitting alone on the sofa. Today had been quite tiring for her.

Maxwell hadn't done anything to Lydia when he was drugged. After returning, he hadn't done anything to Mona either. It seemed that Maxwell really wasn't up to it. The way he was now was clearly a result of the medication forcing him to behave. this way. At this hour, Mona was feeling very sleepy. She had showered at the Carter family and lay down on the bed waiting for Maxwell

She waited and waited until her eyelids grew heavy. She was about to doze off when Maxwell still hadn't come out. Mona began to worry that he might have passed out in the bathroom. She called out to him a couple of times. He answered, telling her to go to sleep, saying he would be out soon.

With a soft "Okay," Mona gradually drifted off to sleep.

After a while, when Maxwell finally got out of the bathroom, he saw Mona asleep on the bed, and his eyes filled with affection. He slipped under the covers, pulling her into his arms, and murmured, "I'll hold off this time. If there's a next. time, I won't hold back."

He gently kissed her forehead and then slowly closed his eyes.

But tonight, Maxwell couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

As he inhaled her fragrant scent, his desire for Mona reached its peak.

The next morning, as soon as Mona opened her eyes, she saw Maxwell holding her. What surprised her was that he was still asleep.

She gently caressed his cheek, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin. Mona murmured, "Maxwell, if you're having issues. just tell me. I won't mind. Couples should be honest with each other. It's uncomfortable for me to guess like this." Maxwell, who was pretending to be asleep, was taken aback by her words. "What did she mean by I'm having issues? Who told her that? I just felt reluctant to do that, Maxwell thought.

"Mona, what did you just say?" Maxwell opened his eyes, looking at her and gritting his teeth, while his hand slowly moved to her slender waist, caressing her lightly.

At that moment, Mona wished she could crawl under the covers and hide from him. She thought, 'Hasn't he just been sleeping? How could he suddenly wake up?"

She had thought long and hard about how to ask him this question, but she hadn't anticipated such an awkward situation.

As soon as Mona met Maxwell's questioning gaze, she instantly shrank back, wanting to turn away and play dumb..

But before she could act, Maxwell's hand on her waist lifted her chin, looking deep into her eyes. "Mona, what did you just say? Say it again."

"I... I said you're not able to do it. I've already figured that out. You don't have to lie to me. And don't worry. I won't think less of you. Couples should stick together through tough times. We can just adopt a child from an orphanage in a few years," Mona said.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Mona blurted out her thoughts, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.

"Who told you I can't do it?" Maxwell countered, his gaze filled with possessiveness.

He took her hand and slid it under the covers.

When Mona's hand touched something hot, she blushed all the way to her ears and quickly pulled her hand away, gasping

for air.

"I... I first heard it from Gordon, and then I tested a few times myself. You didn't seem to react to me at all, she admitted, her face burning.

Maxwell was more than capable.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. You know now, right? I've been waiting for you to fully give yourself to me How did you test it?" Maxwell asked seriously.

Mona was completely stunned. She had always been willing. They just hadn't said anything, leading to this huge misunderstanding

Mona didn't know what to say. It was already embarrassing enough, and since it seemed like nothing could get worse, she decided to brielly-explain her attempts.

"So those meals on the table the other days had a deeper meaning. I thought you just liked eating spinach." Maxwell chuckled, recalling how Mona had kept serving him spinach, something he had never considered before.

"I don't like it," Mona-muttered, feeling frustrated over the big misunderstanding. She just wanted to change the topic as