The Queen's Back novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311 

“It’s good that you like it. There’s plenty of oatmeal. Once you’re done, I’ll serve you more,” Mona said with a smile. 

She then added a croissant to Maxwell’s plate and said, “Try this. You mentioned before that you loved these. See if it still has that same taste.” 

Maxwell glanced at the croissant on his plate and obligingly took a bite. The crust was thin and flaky, the filling fresh and savory, with a satisfying crunch. 

“Tastes good. You should make these more often if you’re free,” Maxwell said. 

A hint of disappointment flashed in Mona’s eyes, but she quickly regained her usual demeanor. “Sure, I’ll make something different for lunch.” 

In the past, Maxwell used to worry every time Mona cooked, concerned about her hands and always saying he’d take over next time. Now, he only commented on the food’s taste, showing no concern for her at all. 

After breakfast, Mona left the cleaning to the housekeepers, eager to take Maxwell to the hospital.she was in a hurry to take Maxwell to the hospital. 

Nigel was already waiting at the door, and Haley was prepared as well. 

Seeing Maxwell lounging on the sofa watching a game, Mona said, “Maxwell, let’s head to the hospital now. I’ve already scheduled an appointment with a specialist.” 

Without looking away from the screen, Maxwell replied, “Not today. Maybe tomorrow. I already made plans to go racing with friends.” 

Mona clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She held back her anger and tried to persuade him. “Can you tell your friends you’ll race tomorrow instead? Don’t you want to regain your memories? They’re part of who you 

are.” 

Maxwell kept his gaze on the screen. “I already made plans. Backing out now would look bad. Besides, we’ve already done tests, haven’t we? It’s just memory loss. I’m physically fine. Even if we go to the hospital now, can you guarantee my memory will come back?” 

Looking straight into Mona’s eyes, he answered his own question. “The answer is no. So, why waste the time? Do what you need to. I’m heading out. I won’t be back for lunch.” 

Just as he was about to stand, Mona gripped his arm firmly. Her voice turned cold. “So you know what it means to break promises? We agreed on this hospital visit. You’re coming with me today.” 

Surprised by Mona’s assertiveness, Maxwell frowned and said, “Let go!” 

But she held his hand even tighter, her gaze unwavering. “I’m not letting go. You’re coming with me today. If not, you’re not going out.” 

In most situations, Mona would have preferred to discuss things calmly with Maxwell, but when it came to seeing a doctor, she was resolute. As long as there was a chance of recovering his memory, she was willing to try. 

Maxwell shot a cold glance at the delicate hand holding his arm. “What, you planning to drag me there?” 

Mona met his gaze without flinching. “Yes. If you refuse, I’ll have you taken to the hospital even if it means tying you up.” 

“Would you really, Mona?” 

A slight smile tugged at Mona’s lips. “Think I won’t? Look around. There are security guards everywhere. They’re here to follow my orders. If you don’t want a scene, just cooperate. Or don’t blame me for not giving you a heads–up.” 

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The memory came to her. Maxwell once told the guards, “Remember, from now on, you take orders from Whatever she says goes. If she ever tells you to rough me up, don’t hesitate.” 

my wife. 

Back then, Mona’s ears had reddened at his words. She’d whispered, “Maxwell, do you really think I’d ask them to do that? Why would I ever make them hurt you?” 

He’d replied, “It’s just an example. Just making it clear they follow your lead. If you ever did tell them to do it, I’d take it.” 

“You… ” Maxwell pointed a finger at her, struggling for words, before finally spitting out, “Completely unreasonable!” 

“Go on, Maxwell. I’m giving you ten minutes to go upstairs and change for the hospital. I’ll be counting. If you’re not down in ten, expect the guards to come up.” 

Maxwell simply stared at her, unmoving. 

“The timer’s started. Feel free to go out in your pajamas if you’re not embarrassed,” Mona said. 

“Crazy woman… unbelievable. What was I thinking back then, marrying someone like you?” 

As Maxwell climbed the stairs, he continued muttering complaints, every word reaching Mona’s ears clearly. 

She couldn’t ignore the sting and couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt. It was like a needle pricking the softest part of her heart, a wound that wouldn’t heal. 

But that was not what she wanted. Mona wanted to get along well with Maxwell, but if he wouldn’t cooperate, she had no choice but to be firm.