The Queen's Back

"Grandpa, your worries are unnecessary. I guarantee that Barbara will be fine," Mona said with certainty.

Barbara would never commit suicide. Everything Barbara did was to achieve her goal.

After Mona finished speaking, Bernard did not say anything. She said a little jealously, "Grandpa, I'm your biological granddaughter. Am I inferior to Barbara?" "Of course you aren't. I love you the most," Bernard quickly replied.

Ever since Emily passed away, he had shifted his feelings for Emily to Mona. In his heart, even Albert could not compare to Mona, let alone Barbara.

"Alright, since Grandpa dotes on me, listen to me. Don't let Barbara live in the Clem family's residence," Mona said domineeringly.

Bernard met Mona's determined gaze. He gritted his teeth and nodded.

"I'll listen to you. However, it's unfair to Barbara. Mona, since Barbara dared to test the medicine for me, that shows that she's not a bad person. You can try to get along with her again. If you still don't like her, forget it. Don't force yourself," Bernard said. After spending a few days together, Bernard could tell that Mona did not like Barbara. It was only because of him and Jane that Mona appeared to be on good terms with Barbara.

He doted on Barbara as his granddaughter, but ultimately, Barbara was not as important as Mona in his heart. Mona said, "Grandpa, you know everything?" Bernard tapped the tip of Mona's nose gently. "Of course. I might be old, but I'm not stupid. Alright, let's go back to the ward. Let's not talk about this for now. We'll talk about it when Barbara is discharged." Mona nodded and helped Bernard to the ward. Maxwell looked at Mona who had gotten her way and was happy for her.

"Hubby, why are you in a daze? Let's go." Mona turned around and waved at Maxwell.

Maxwell nodded and caught up with Mona in a few steps. He walked beside her and returned to the ward together.

Back in the ward, no one mentioned letting Barbara live in the Clem family's residence after she was discharged. Barbara was still in a bad mood, but she didn't mention suicide anymore.

Stricks could only be used once. If she used this trick again, she knew very well that Bernard and Jane would be annoyed with her. This was especially true for Jane. Unlike Bernard who still owed her a favor for saving his life, Jane was not indebted to her in any way. After Bernard and Jane's persuasion, Barbara gradually showed hope for life and stopped mentioning death. However, she looked unhappy. After a busy day, it was almost ten o'clock when Mona and Maxwell returned home. The two of them casually ate a little and went to bed.

At night, Mona lay on the big bed and relaxed. She thought to herself that luckily, she had made it in ttoday. Otherwise, it would be difficult to chase Barbara out after she returned to the Clem family's residence. When Maxwell cout of the bathroom, he saw Mona lying on the bed.

She was wearing a black lace nightgown that reached below her thighs. Her slender legs were casually crossed, and her ankles were so slim that they could be grasped with one hand.

Maxwell's gaze on Mona beceven more intense as if a blazing fire was burning in his eyes.

He casually placed the towel in his hand on the chair beside him and strode to the bed. He took off his shoes and got on the bed. He placed his hand on Mona's waist and rubbed his face against her neck. As soon as Maxwell got into bed, Mona felt it. She placed the phone in her hand by the bed and reached out to hug Maxwell's waist.

His body temperature was hot. Every tshe heard his steady and strong heartbeat, she would feel exceptionally at ease.

Mona's fingertips touched the well-defined muscles of his chest. She said seductively, "Hubby, I'm glad that you're by my side today." As long as Maxwell was by her side, even if he did nothing, Mona would feel at ease and confident.

In the dim night, Maxwell quietly kissed her twice. Finally, he wrapped the two of them tightly with the blanket and clasped her slender finger with his palm. He whispered, "I'll be by your side from now on. I want a reward." After saying that, he raised his head and covered Mona's lips.

Mona's body was a little stiff after being kissed by Maxwell. Mona and Maxwell had been busy these few days and had not been intimate. She was not used to being so intimate all of a sudden. She did not even know where to put her hands. All her attention was on their lips.

Maxwell first kissed her with a strong desire. At the stime, he raised his palm and swept her thick brown hair away with his well-defined hand, scattering ither flawless shoulders. He stroked her hair and held her slender shoulders.

Mona did not think about anything else. As she was kissed by Maxwell, her body gradually turned limp.

After an unknown period of time, Mona felt that she was about to run out of oxygen. At this moment, a strange feeling cfrom her body and her lower abdomen felt a little bloated.

Mona thought about it. This was not good. She had been very busy these few days and had not thought about her period at all. It was already two to three days late.

Her period had always been irregular, always a few days earlier or later. She went to the hospital for a checkup and they said that there was nothing wrong, so she did not pay much attention to it. With that thought, Mona reached out and pushed Maxwell.

Maxwell opened his bright eyes. There was dissatisfaction in his eyes. When he got up, he kissed Mona hard on the lips and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" Mona covered her face in embarrassment and could not bear to look at Maxwell anymore. She said in an extremely low voice, "It's the 13th today." "I know. Does it matter?" Maxwell still did not understand.

Mona's face was so red that it could drip blood. She explained again, "It's I already the 13th. I think my period con the 10th last month." After saying that, Mona added, "Get up quickly. I'm going to the toilet." She was afraid that she would have to wash the sheets if the bed got stained. It would be troublesome. After Mona pushed Maxwell to the side of the bed, she quickly took what she needed to the toilet.

Maxwell looked at Mona's slender back and sighed silently. Today was 13th. It was tfor for her period to the come. It seemed that he had to take another cold shower tonight. Mona went to the toilet and found that it was just as she had expected. Her period was here. After dealing with it, she washed her hands and went out.

Meanwhile, Maxwell had already prepared beetroot juice for Mona.

As soon as Mona cout, Maxwell handed it over. "Drink it now, or you'll feel uncomfortable again."

Maxwell remembered it very clearly.

Mona would feel uncomfortable on the first day of her periodOccasionally, she would be in so much pain that she could not get out of bed. Mona shook her head. "I don't feel like drinking it. I've already brushed my teeth." After drinking the beetroot juice, she still had to brush her teeth later. And this time, amazingly, she didn't feel much pain.