The Queen's Back

Maxwell was still picking up food for Mona. There was no additional expression on his face. All of that was reflected in Barbara's eyes. It would be a lie to say she was not envious.

After all, everyone wanted to have such a considerate husband. Barbara was also aware of Maxwell's attitude toward her. It could not be said he disliked her but rather disgusted. He did not have the slightest bit of pity for Barbara.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Maxwell is great to Mona, who is so lucky. I have to find someone as considerate as Maxwell when I get married in the future," Barbara said as she ate. She wanted to case the atmosphere at the dining table.

However, that was not what Mona heard. She felt Barbara was thinking about Maxwell. After all, Barbara's favorite thing to do was to snatch what Mona liked since they were little. Barbara knew how to cry and wheedle with adults. Therefore, most nice things Mona had when she was little ended up in Barbara's hands.

"What's the matter, Barbara? Are you thinking of getting married because Mona's married well?" Bernard was the first to ask when Mona wanted to argue with Barbara.

Bernard thought, 'Well, Barbara has graduated from university and is not young anymore. She has brought honor to the country and is ready to find a partner. I am not saying she should get married right now, but it's okay to have a chat. However, which young man is good enough for Barbara?

In the aristocratic circles of Nathontown, there are only two families that stand out: the Clem family and the Carter family. The rest are really up to par. Barbara's marriage is still under consideration. However, it's not hard to find a responsible, reliable man for Barbara among them.

Upon hearing Bernard's words, Barbara smiled delicately and pretended to be ignorant like a child. She looked into Bernard's eyes and said, "Bernard, I'm just talking. Please don't tease me. I still want to stay with you and Jane for a few more years!" Bernard saw Barbara's shyness and thought. 'It is time to consider Barbara's marriage and contact my old friends to see if

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"Alright, alright. It's good that Barbara is filial. Jane and I are still healthy. If you get married early, we might be able to look after your children in the future! Let's make it clear. After Christmas, you come with Jane and I when we visit our friends!" Bernard said with a smile. However, it was sad to talk about looking after a child. Sweet Berry would probably have been born if nothing had happened to Mona. It could only be said the child and the Clem family were not destined to be together!

"That's right, Barbara. Look at how good Maxwell is to Mona. He even picks bones for her when she eats fish. How can one not be envious? Hurry up and find a man. When the time comes someone will help you do these small things," Albert said half-jokingly. He did not know what kind of person was worthy of Barbara. It could not be a scumbag like Teddy. Otherwise, he would make the future man look bad.

"Albert, even you are teasing me. Eat your food!" What Barbara said was to blame Albert, but her tone was so cheerful that anyone could tell it was a conversation between them, who had a good relationship.

Barbara looked at the slightly greasy chicken drumsticks before her. She casually picked one and placed it on Albert's plate.

"Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. I know Barbara is shy!" Albert said with a smile as he picked up chicken drumsticks before him. The image of Haley eating chicken drumsticks subconsciously appeared in his mind. 'Haley's favorite food is chicken drumsticks, thought Albert.

Albert felt his appetite had unconsciously increased a lot when he thought of Haley. He finished the chicken drumsticks in a few bites.

Mona listened to their words and slowly ate the food Maxwell had given her.

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However, she felt uncomfortable as if a thorn was in her heart. She looked at Maxwell beside her and thought, My treasure is being coveted by others.

'Next time I'll tell Maxwell not to be so considerate of me in pulle. One would envy me, and after envy comes jealousy. Then one wants to possess what I have

Maxwell felt it as soon as Mona raised her head to look at him. Just as he turned, he realized Mona had retracted her gaze. He did not understand why Mona suddenly looked at him.

Mona did not have a good appetite and did not cat much for luh because of Barbara's arrival. Maxwell had seen it, so he was thinking of adding a meal for Mona in the afternoon.

"It was Christmas Eve and Maxwell naturally did not go to the company. After lunch, Bernard and Jane had the habit of taking a nap. After chatting with Barbara, they returned to their rooms. Barbara still had something to do in the afternoon. She said she would be back tonight after she was done.

Bernard said Barbara should come to live at his house because of Christmas. Mona couldn't say anything. The whole family agreed, and she was the only one who objected. Now, Barbara was still alone without any relatives and it was Christmas. It wasn't good for Mona to object. She guessed that not only Albert but also Bernard would object to her

Therefore, Mona said nothing when they talked about it at the dining table. Fortunately, Christmas was only for a few days.

Mona naturally returned to their room with Maxwell after Barbara left.

Maxwell's large hand gently rubbed Mona's shoulders as he whispered, "Alright, don't be unhappy. If you don't want to spend Christmas with her, we can just go home and celebrate it ourselves." Maxwell didn't like Barbara either because he loved Mona, he would love everything Mona loved and hate everything Mona hated. Humans are naturally the same.

Mona shook her head and said firmly, "No, my grandparents are old. I want them to be happy in their remaining days, so I can endure it!"

However, it was tolerance. Mona felt like a knife hanging over her head and wondered if Barbara would ruin the wonderful Christmas.

"Alright, whatever you say. Don't be unhappy," said Maxwell.

After Mona and Maxwell were in their room, Maxwell sat on the sofa and let Mona sit on his lap. His fingers curled around Mona's hair, and he slowly played with it.

Mona felt much better after complaining to Maxwell. She wrapped her arms around Maxwell and felt the heat coming from his legs. "Got it."

"Why did you suddenly look at me when we ate just then?" Maxwell asked. Although he did not see Mona's gaze, he knew her gaze was not friendly.

"It's nothing. I only want to talk to you about something." Mona's hand went up and touched Maxwell's fine hair. His hair had been cut short. When she touched it, she felt an itch in her palm. It was just right. "Tell me?"

"Yes. I think you're terrific to me."

"Can't I treat you well? You're my wife. If I don't treat you well, who I treat well?" said Maxwell. 'I spoil you, my wife. You are unhappy,' thought Maxwell.