The Queen's Back

Chapter 341 After everyone had left, Mona looked at Maxwell with a gaze full of enduring affection and relief. Now that Maxwell was back, she felt at ease. "Maxwell, go take a shower first, she said. Tll bring something for you to eat in a bit." "Alright, Mona, wait for me, Maxwell replied, equally eager to rid himself of the smell clinging to him. After speaking to her. he headed upstairs.

Mona called after him, "Maxwell, use the room next door-someone's in the one we used to stay in She didn't specify who, but Maxwell knew it was the imposter occupying their former room. Nodding, he headed into the adjacent bedroom.

Once Maxwell stepped inside, he noticed that everything in the room was singular, all belonging to Mona. Realizing it was the room she had been staying in alone, he felt an unexpected waive of relief.

Mona realized Maxwell had no fresh clothes, so she got sfrom their former bedroom. However, she hesitated when she reached the doorway; the thought of facing the imposter made her uneasy. Instead, she explained to the guard at the door where to find the items and had him retrieve them.

"Mona, is it Maxwell who's back?" cthe voice from inside the room.

Yes Monareplied flatly, waiting for the guard to return.

"Have you decided what to do with me?" he asked again. With Maxwell back, it was clear he wouldn't be allowed to stay here much longer. He wondered what would happen to him.

Not yet," Mona said.

At that moment, the guard returned with everything Maxwell needed, just as Mona had requested. After thanking him, she headed to the adjacent room. Mona had prepared a lot for Maxwell; all the items were brand new.

She knocked on the door and entered, hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom. Mona smiled softly, "Maxwell, I've brought you sfresh clothes. I'll go prepare supper for you." Seeing his gaunt face, she realized he hadn't eaten well these past few days. She couldn't help but wonder if someone had mistreated him. Thankfully, the doctor had just examined him, and aside from sminor injuries, he would recover after recuperating. "Okay, Mona, I'll be ready in a moment," Maxwell said.

Mona went to the kitchen, where Hattie had already prepared various dishes. Considering how late it was, she served Maxwell soatmeal and a few easy-to-digest foods and brought them upstairs.

As she entered, Mona saw Maxwell just stepping out of the bathroom, now dressed in clean pajamas, his face free of dirt and blood. She set the dishes on the coffee table and pulled him beside her. She took a towel from his hand and effortlessly dried his hair on the sofa.

It had been several days since she had done this, and she worried she might feel awkward, but it cnaturally to her. "You should eat first; you've lost quite a bit of weight these past few days," Mona said gently, her heart aching for him as she dried his hair. His hair still felt the sas before-somewhat coarse-but it had grown longer and needed a trim. "You know, Mona, you've lost quite bit of weight, too," Maxwell said, wrapping his arms around her waist and feeling the warmth of her body.

The moment Maxwell saw Mona, he noticed how much weight she had lost. Her once slightly fuller face now appeared gaunt and bony, making iwclear that she hadn't been doing well during his absence. As Mona dried his hair, her arms wrapped around his neck and nuzzled against him.

"I haven't been okay without you," she admitted honestly. "But now that you're back, it's a relief. Let's not talk about it now.

1/3 Chapter 941 in After 1 dry your hair, om meget to eat something, and Til help you with your meheation" After a mument of nuzzling, che picked up the towel again, quilly resuming her rask, despite his longer hair, she managed to dry it swiftly.

While Maxwell ste the oatmeal, Mons carefully applied medication to his ankles with a cotton swab. Alter his shower, the damaged skin was even more pronouncel, and the water had caused the wounds to becinflamed Seeing dis male her heart ache; she wished to take his pain.

Mona carefully applied the medicine to Maxwell, wrapping it in gauze afterward. Every movement was a gentle as if the were handling something very delicate.

Maxwell glanced down and noticed the redness around Mona's eyes, it was a telltale sign that she was upset. It was how she always was her eyes would betray her feelings whenever she hurt. After eating, he pulled her into his embrace. He gently wiped away the tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

"Why are you crying again, huh? Please don't cry, it hurtsseeing you like this," Maxwell said, wrapping his arms around Mona. Sitting on his lap, she felt a bit hesitant to move, worried that there might be other injuries on his body.

"I-I'm crying for you. Ithurtsto see you like this. I wish I had discovered sooner that the person besidewas an imposter. If I had, you wouldn't have suffered so much," Mona said, self-blaming. It frustrated her that it had taken her so long jo realize the truth about the imposter.

Maxwell's gaze locked on Mona's large eyes as he gently caressed her face. "I'm fine; please stop crying," he reassured her. "They just lockedin the basement; they didn't do anything to me."

The only the had been hurt was when he tried to escape yesterday and was caught; a few people had teamed up to beat him. Maxwelm couldn't help but think how fortunate he was that they hadn't injured his face; otherwise, Mona would have been devastated. "Really?" Mona didn't believe him. After all, he had been gone for so long, and if he hadn't been beaten, he must have had a difficult time. "Yeah, it was just when I tried to escape yesterday that I got beaten up a bit, but it doesn't hurt anymore," Maxwell said, gently pinching her earlobe.

At his words, Mona's brows furrowed in concern as she moved to sit beside him. "Where did they hit you? Does it hurt? saw you last night and even found your tie. But I felt so weak trying to chase after you that I ended. up falling," she said, glancing at her knee, which was swollen from the fall. "It's just my body, and it doesn't hurt anymore. I knew you saw me, so you cto rescuetoday. Lettake a look at your knee," Maxwell said.

Mona wiped away the tears on her face and reached for the buttons of Maxwell's shirt, saying, "Letsee so I can put smedicine on it." She felt uneasy, not knowing for sure what injuries he had.

Maxwell then covered Mona's hand and said, "Letcheck your knee first. You can't cry later when you see it." He was unsure of his injuries, as he'd only thought about her while showering and hadn't examined himself closely. Most bruises were on his back, making them hard to see.

Mona nodded and gently rolled up her pants to show Maxwell where she was injured. She unbuttoned his shirt and said, "Okay, I won't cry. I'll just put smedicine on you." Maxwell looked at Mona's swollen knee, hesitating to touch it. His hand moved toward her, but he ultimately pulled it back, feeling unsure.

Móna undid his pajamas, revealing Maxwell's muscular back and broad chest, marked by numerous bruises. Her gaze lingered by his right sho where there was no mole. Despite the chilly temperature outside and tire air conditioning in the room, Maxwell didn't feel cold with his skin exposed.