The Queen's Back

As soon as Maxwell said this, Mona calmed down. Her eyes immediately welled up and turned red. The wind blew toward her, and her body was cold, and she also felt cold-hearted.

"Maxwell, if I were petty and embarrassed you, I wouldn't have drunk that glass of wine. Do you know that you never let me drink outside in the past?"

Mona wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes as she spoke. She looked up at Maxwell, who was shrouded in light and said sadly, "Oh, I forgot. You don't even remember. The current you is not the Maxwell I knew before."

"Speak nicely. Why are you crying? Yes, I don't know how I treated you in the past, but it's not my fault," Maxwell said indifferently.

At this moment, Mona felt that Maxwell no longer had her in his heart. That was true. He had lost his memory and could not remember anything. She couldn't figure out why she was angry with Maxwell.

In the end, Maxwell could not be sad. Mona was the sad one. After thinking about the situation, Mona took a deep breath and held back the tears in her eyes.

"Forget it. Let's not talk about it anymore. What happened today is over. Hurry up and go in. It's cold outside," Mona said. The wind seemed to be blowing in the door's direction. When it blew, her face hurt a little. She noticed Maxwell barely dressed warmly and felt sorry for him.

Once Mona spoke, Maxwell stopped talking and strode inside.

Mona looked behind her and said hoarsely, "Don't forget, you have to see the doctor tomorrow morning."

Mona did not know if Maxwell had replied, but she dragged her tired body into the room.

This year, Nathontown's winter was exceptionally cold. The wind was blowing hard outside, and although the window was tightly shut, Mona could still hear the howling sound.

The heater was turned on in the room, but Mona still felt very cold. Without Maxwell by her side, she felt very lonely. She wrapped herself in the blanket and tried her best to tuck herself the blanket.

Mona really missed Maxwell. She was thinking of the Maxwell who still had his memory, the one who loved Mona. She thought, 'I do not know how long I will have to live like this. When will Maxwell regain his memory?"

Mona had a night of grievances and did not know when she had fallen asleep. She was in a daze and slept for an unknown period of time..

At dawn, Mona looked in the mirror at her swollen eyes. She sighed and covered them with foundation and concealer

When Mona went out, Maxwell's bedroom door was still tightly shut. She paused at the door momentarily and then went downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast.

She thought about how Maxwell had drunk a lot of alcohol last night and decided to cook some oatmeal to nourish his stomach. Then, she made some finger foods, croissants, and other dishes. Just like that, she was preparing breakfast. Mona prepared deviled eggs and oatmeal. Once she was done cooking, everything looked very appetizing.

She sat down, looked at the closed bedroom door upstairs, and walked to it.

She raised her hand and wanted to knock on the door, but she feared that Maxwell would be as angry as yesterday. Nevertheless, Mona only hesitated for a moment before she knocked.

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She really wanted to take Maxwell to see a doctor. Her grandfather had made an appointment with this well-respected doctor. Perhaps he could cure Maxwell's amnesia.

She missed the old Maxwell so much.

"Maxwell, I've made oatmeal. Get up and have some!" Mona said, trying her best to soften her voice so that Maxwell would feel comfortable.

Based on Maxwell's condition, it seemed that after a person lost their memory, their personality and habits would change drastically.

"Okay," A deep male voice came from inside.

Mona realized that she had woken Maxwell up. He did not flare up like yesterday, so it was a good change.

"Then I'll be waiting for you." After saying that, Mona sat on the sofa in the living room. She was suddenly in a good mood. Hopefully, her and Maxwell's relationship would improve, and Maxwell would remember her soon. Ten minutes passed. Twenty minutes went by, and then half an hour.

Mona raised her hand and looked at the time. It was already nine o'clock, and the door to Maxwell's room was still tightly shut.

She silently chanted to herself for a minute. Sixty seconds later, Mona walked to the door of Maxwell's room again "Maxwell, are you done packing?" Mona asked. This time, she did not knock.

"What are you rushing me for? I'm almost done," he stated.

Almost as soon as Maxwell finished speaking, his handsome face appeared before Mona. He had faint bags under his eyes. Mona could tell that Maxwell did not sleep well last night.

She didn't know if he couldn't sleep well because he was playing games or because he was as troubled as she was.

She had no time to think because Maxwell had already bypassed her and went downstairs.

Mona watched Maxwell walk away and then looked at her hand. She forced a bitter smile and followed him.

The pots in the kitchen were kept warm, so Mona's oatmeal and croissants were still hot.

Mona looked at Maxwell, who was waiting at the dining table. She served him croissants, finger foods, and oatmeal.

In the past, they would always be busy in the kitchen. Now, Mona did everything alone while Maxwell sat there and watched her. He had no intention of getting up.

Mona could not help but feel jealous.

She comforted herself because Maxwell had lost his memory and could not remember her. The most important task now was to take Maxwell to the doctor and help him get back his memories.

With that thought in mind, Mona returned to her usual smiley self.

Needless to say, Mona looked gorgeous when she smiled. There were shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, which could only be seen when she was close. Her lips curved perfectly but her mesmerizing eyes were her most special feature, When she didn't smile, she looked adorable, and when she smiled, she was simply charming.

Her beauty was like a breath of fresh air that brought comfort to people. 15:51 Sun, Dec 1 Gu

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Any ordinary person would be in a good mood when looking at Mona. It was the same for Maxwell, even after losing his memory. He looked at Mona, who was serving him oatmeal and smiled at him.

The annoyance he felt after Mona shouted at him was also forgotten.

Maxwell picked up the spoon and tasted it. It was different from what he had expected-surprisingly delicious. The oatmeal was soft but not overcooked, and the meat was succulent.

For a moment, Maxwell felt refreshed.

"Mona, you cooked this. Your culinary skills are quite good," Maxwell praised.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Hearing Maxwell's words, Mona was pleased. She thought of the old saying that if you wanted to get to a person's heart, you had to get through to their stomach first. She wondered if she had succeeded in the first step in getting Maxwell back.