The Queen's Back

Chapter65

Mona had definitely noticed Albert behind her and knew he wanted to play games with Maxwell Just as they reached the doorway, she leaned in and whispered in Maxwell's ear, "Maxwell, have I ever told you that I really like you?"

Without waiting for his reaction, Mona quickly slipped into the room, closed the door, and leaned against it, her heart pounding wildly. She had finally gathered the courage to tell Makwell how she felt, but she wasn't sure if he had heard her clearly.

After spending so much time with Maxwell, she felt like their relationship had progressed. They had even kissed that afternoon, so it made sense for her to confess her feelings.

Outside. Maxwell stood frozen, his usually cool eyes now lit up with joy. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as Mona's words echoed in his mind. "Maxwell, have I ever told you that I really like you?"

Those words sounded so sweet that he wanted to go inside and ask her to say them again.

Albert waved his hand in front of Maxwell's eyes, wondering if he had zoned out. It was a bit scary seeing Maxwell so still and unresponsive.

"Maxwell, Maxwell, Maxwell. Albert's voice grew louder with each call, and it wasn't until the third time that Maxwell finally snapped out of his thoughts, looking coldly at Albert

That look carried a hint of blame. He hadn't even had time to enjoy his happiness before Albert interrupted him.

What were you thinking about so deeply? You looked like you were in another world! Come on, play a few more rounds of game with me," Albert said as he boldly slung an arm around Maxwell's shoulder, assuming that after so many rounds of gaming, they were friends now. And friendly shoulder taps were perfectly normal between buddies.

Maxwell didn't particularly like or dislike Albert's gesture. It just felt a bit awkward, but he didn't shrug him off either, letting Albert keep his arm there.

As he glanced at the closed door, Maxwell thought Mona must be feeling shy. He figured he should give her some space. After all, it was usually the guy who confessed first, and here he was, getting confessed to instead.

As these thoughts filled Maxwell's mind, Albert led Maxwell to his room. Maxwell opened the game on his phone, but his mind kept replaying Mona's words. "Maxwell, have I ever told you that I really like you?" And he kept thinking of her shy expression. He couldn't help but grin like a fool.

Albert glanced at Maxwell, sensing that ever since Mona had spoken to him, something seemed off. It was like Maxwell had become dumber. Albert wondered if this would also affect Maxwell's gaming skills.

Maxwell stared at the characters on his screen, initially resisting, but then losing interest. His thoughts drifted back to Mona, replaying every moment they had spent together. It felt like a dream that he could marry her. "Maxwell, how could you deliberately go easy on me?" Albert asked, irritated by his victory. He had wanted a real competition, but Maxwell's distracted behavior made it seem like he wasn't taking it seriously. Maxwell didn't feel bad about losing. Instead, he thought of how Mona would get frustrated after a defeat, tossing her phone onto the bed in a huff, and he couldn't help but smile again.

"Hey, Maxwell, you lost, and you're still smiling?" Albert asked, a bit annoyed.

Maxwell responded with a chuckle, standing up and heading for the door. 'I'll play with you next time. I've got something to take care of," he said, eager to ask Mona if she truly meant what she had said earlier. Albert watched Maxwell's tall figure disappear and had no choice but to accept his departure.

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As soon as Maxwell left; Allaert received a call from Beatrice. Heranxious voice came through as soon as he picked up. "Albert, are you free? Barbara fell down the stairs and her ankle all swollen. She won't let me tell you, but could you come over?"

Upon hearing that Barbara had fallen and hurt her ankle, Albert grew anxious. He rushed out of his room, replying. "Yes. Try to convince Barbara to go to the hospital, and I'll be there soon.

Beatrice, satisfied with the response she had been hoping for, hung up the phone. Barbara was unhappy, and Beatrice had no intention of letting their family celebrate happily. With that in mind, she sent Jeremy a text message, subtly hinting that Barbara had fallen down the stairs, implying that he should come over to check on her.

Albert was halfway down the stairs when he remembered Mona. The two of them had once been close, and it was only because of Teddy, that scumbag, that things had soured. Both Mona and Barbara were his sisters, so he decided to head back upstairs. He wanted to mend their relationship, and today seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Maxwell had just entered the room and was watching Mona work intently. He was about to ask if she had truly meant what she said earlier but hesitated when they were interrupted by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

Maxwell sighed inwardly and went to open the door, only to find Albert standing there. His expression changed immediately, fearing Albert had come to drag him into another gaming session. He was already planning how to thoroughly crush Albert next time they played. Albert, completely oblivious to Maxwell's irritation, strode up to Mona and pulled her up from the sofa. "Mona, you've got to come with me. Barbara fell down the stairs," he said urgently

Mona almost laughed out loud and thought, 'Serves her right!' She wouldn't mind seeing Barbara fall a few more tintes.

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response from Mona, Albert grew even more concerned. "Come on, Mona, let's go. Barbara's still waiting for us!"

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Meeting Albert's worried gaze, Mona knew how much he cared for Barbara. He still hadn't seen her true colors. Over the past few days, her relationship with Albert had just started to improve. She couldn't risk ruining that now. So, even though she didn't care for Barbara, she agreed to go along.

Albert led Mona out of the room, and Maxwell silently followed behind. It looked like he wouldn't get a chance to talk to Mona properly today.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Maxwell sent them to Barbara's luxurious apartment.