The Queen's Back

Maxwell propped up a black umbrella and walked out with his hands on Mona's shoulder. The big umbrella blocked the rain and wind, but it couldn't hide the disappointment in Mona's heart. As Maxwell trod on, leaving footprints on the flat ground, the cold rain wet the hem of Maxwell's pants and Mona's skirt. It was nippy, and the tips of her toes were cold from the wind. Someone had thrown the roses that Maxwell gave to Mona onto the floor.

They were scattered all over the ground, and the delicate petals were stained with mud, just like Mona's heart at that very moment.

Molly stood in a corner and watched as Mona and Maxwell left. She felt the pleasure of having her revenge.

'Mona, Maxwell, I'm back. This design competition is just the prelude to my revenge. I chose Molly as my name to remind myself not to forget my hatred for Mona. Nothing is going to change that! 'I admit that I shouldn't have hired someone to kidnap Mona, but I'd learned my lesson after that incident and even apologized to her. Couldn't she give me a chance? Why must she send me to prison?

'It was because of her that my parents beat me up ruthlessly and imprisoned me. That was when Lydia Reed ceased to exist and Molly Sinner took her place!' Molly wanted to settle this score with Mona bit by bit. After Maxwell and Mona got into the car, the former wrapped his hands around the latter's carefully, wanting to warm her fingers.

However, for some reason, it didn't work as well as he thought it would.

"Mona," Maxwell called her name softly. After that, he didn't know what to say to console her.

He trusted Mona, but he couldn't change the thoughts of others. The only person he could teach a lesson was the perpetrator. "Maxwell, don't worry. I'm fine. I didn't steal designs. This is the truth that can't be changed. It's just that I feel a little sad," Mona said.

The accusations of those people were echoing in her mind.

"Look, she's disqualified. I told you she copied!"

"That's a shameful thing to do. Such a person is a burden to the design industry. It's best to kick her out."

"I don't ever want to see her in any competition again."

"I still have the clothes she designed at home. I'll throw them away when I get home."

Comments like these were everywhere. All kinds of voices were reverberating around Mona's ears, and some of them were so upsetting that they made her feel suffocated.

Mona subconsciously tightened her grip on the back of Maxwell's hand. She pressed her soft fingers so hard that it left marks on the back of Maxwell's hand.

She was so angry and hateful of Molly. 'Why couldn't she just come up with her own designs? Why did she steal my designs and accuse me of copying hers? How could a thief herself call me a thief? How could someone be so mean?'

Mona's fingers pressed hard into the back of Maxwell's hand, one by one, but Maxwell didn't budge. He let Mona vent the dissatisfaction in her heart, and he didn't have the slightest intention of withdrawing his hand.

If Mona suppressed her resentments, it wouldn't be good for her health, so it was better to vent it.

As the black car cruised on the road, the wheels rolled and splattered water onto the windows. Bean-sized raindrops hit the windshield, and the wiper was turned to the maximum. The water droplets created a blur effect that was somehow captivating. A moment later, Mona snapped out of her thoughts and subconsciously looked at Maxwell's hand.

She had left red marks on the back of Maxwell's hand, and the marks from her nails could be seen. Mona's heart ached.

She subconsciously let go of Maxwell's hand and looked into Maxwell's amber eyes. "I'm sorry about that."

Her tone was filled with guilt. She had never thought of hurting Maxwell. She did it unconsciously just now.

Maxwell held Mona's hand in his

palm again it's okay. I have thick skin and it'll recover in a while. Let's go back to the hotel and rest welf tonight Everything will be fine

tomorrow. It's going to be a new day." © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Mona nodded. However, if the plagiarism incident wasn't resolved, her name would still be tainted on the Internet. It would be hard for her to sleep soundly tonight.

After the two of them returned to the

hotel, in less than an hour, news

about Mona's plagiarism had

already gone viral on the Internet t was on the trending list. Even

Bernard and Jane, who were far away i

Nathontown, knew about it.

They sent a message to Mona, saying that they believed that Mona didn't plagiarize and asking Maxwell to stay with her.

Ava was on her computer and saw the post that was defaming Mona. In the night, her heart was burning with anger. She tapped the mouse and deleted the post.

Ava knew very well what kind of person Mona was. It was obvious that someone was smearing the latter's name.

However, posts defaming Mona came up one after another. A new one would pop up every time Ava deleted one. Some even questioned the authenticity of Mona's previous designs.

It seemed that countless people were posting about Mona, but there was only one person who was deleting them.

Dark into the night, someone appeared to be covertly brewing the plagiarism incident.

Mona was pulled into the bathroom by Maxwell. He turned off the lights. In the pitch-black bathroom, only glimpses of light could be seen on and off from the lightning in the sky. Only the sound of the shower could be heard.

Mona's smooth back was pressed against the frosted glass, and water slowly trickled down the glass.

Maxwell's hand weaved through Mona's smooth and wet hair, traced her beguiling collarbone, and went down. His hand clasped her slender waist.

A moment later, he applied rose-scented shower gel all over her body.

The warmth of his palm and the smoothness of the foam made Mona too shy to open her eyes and look at him.

Right then, there was a bolt of lightning, and the bathroom was immediately lit up bright.

Maxwell could clearly see the graceful figure below the foam. Water droplets slowly ran down her supple skin.

He couldn't help but move closer to Mona, and his hand was holding her wrist.

Then, he gave her a sincere kiss.

In front of the foggy mirror, their figure looked even more intimate than it actually was.

After the kiss, Maxwell resisted his manly desire and let go of Mona. He continued to shower her.

"Mona, give yourself a break. No matter what happens, you have me by your side."

Mona nodded in response when she heard Maxwell's deep voice.

After taking a bath for nearly half an

hour, Mona blushed and put on a white bathrobe before Maxwell

carried her out. As she didn't tighten the bett, the bathrobe fell loose revealing her pearly shoulders.

There were faint red marks on them from the bra she was wearing.

Maxwell placed her on the carpet in front of the glazed window and gently tied her bathrobe.