"Mona, open the door. I know you''re not sleeping. Don''t let me kick the door." Maxwell''s threat came from outside.


    Mona got out of bed helplessly and opened the door, only to see his drunk red face. She had been pissed off that he disturbed her sleep. Now seeing this dead drunk useless man unable to take care of himself, she grew more annoyed. "Pajamas, Maxwell. You''re not a kid anymore. Can you do it yourself?"


    Maxwell ced his hand on Mona''s shoulder. When he spoke, the odor of alcohol puffed onto her face. "Mona, what are you talking about? I''m your husband and you''re my wife. You should go to pick up my pajamas, right? Move!"


    With that, Maxwell pulled Mona into the bedroom next door. No matter how violently she resisted, as a man, Maxwell was too strong and easily pulled her out.


    She took out his pajamas from the cab and ced them on the sofa beside Maxwell in a huff. "Is that enough? What''s wrong with you? You drink like a fish every day. Do you want to die?"


    Maxwell lifted Mona''s chin with his finger and spat out the stench of alcohol at Mona. "I love it. None of your business."


    Mona felt like he was flirting.


    This man looked exactly the same as the old Maxwell in her mind, whose memory loss ounted for his weird behaviors. However, somehow a voice in Mona''s heart told her that the Maxwell in front of her was fake. He was not the Maxwell she used to know and love. The real Maxwell was still in Welintern. This feeling became even stronger after Nigel sent his men for investigation.


    "Good night. I''ll go back," Mona said calmly. She had no violent reactions to Maxwell''s words.


    This was just her intuition. If she was wrong and the person in front of her was indeed Maxwell, she could only stay by his side until he recovered his memories and became the old Maxwell she was familiar with.


    Mona returned to her room and found Maxwell''s clothes under the nket. It was a down jacket, their matching outfits. She took off her slippers and got into bed, hugging his jacket and slowly closing her eyes. Soon, she fell into dreams.


    She had a dream again. She dreamed that Maxwell was so helpless in the rain while every person around had an umbre walking past him.


    Only Maxwell was drenched. Mona was also in the heavy rain. She called Maxwell''s name out loud and held an umbre. She wanted to tell Maxwell that she could shield him, but Maxwell did not seem to hear her. She did not know what Maxwell was looking for, but he never looked at her.


    The raindrops hit Maxwell''s body and face, flowing down his cheeks. In her dream, Mona felt a heart-wrenching pain. And Maxwell, her Maxwell was so pathetic.


    Then it switched to another scene, and Mona saw Maxwell confined in the basement again. This was not the first time she had such a nightmare where she could genuinely feel that she was dreaming.


    When she saw Maxwell sitting by the bed, she asked loudly, "Maxwell, Maxwell, tell me, where are you?"


    Maxwell did not reply as he silently stared into her eyes with his deep eyes.


    Mona could tell that although the person in the dream looked exactly the same as the man she had been with for the past few days, but they gave her stark opposite feelings. In the dream, Maxwell loved her and his eyes were always shining brightly. However, the Maxwell beside her was different. When he looked at her, that passionate love was reced by frigid


    grey.


    "Maxwell, are you still in Welintern?" Mona asked again. She wanted to hear him talk, but Maxwell did not say a word.


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    In a daze, Mona ope?ether bleary eyes. It was slightly bright outside, and her body was very tired. Unknowingly, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and she immediately reached out to wipe them away.


    This dream intensified her intuition that the Maxwell beside hith was fake, and the real one was still in Welintern


    She wanted to find a way to test this man. The first thing she thought of was whether Maxwell was allergic to any food, but she couldn''t remember a thing. Maxwell was not picky at all.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Since people''s fingerprints were unique, if this Maxwell was fake his fingerprints must exposed himself.


    Then Mona was thinking about how to get his fingerprints. The best way was to secretly do it while he was asleep. But another challenge came up. They didn''t sleep together.


    Mona didn''t think for too long before getting up. She knew that if she didn''t wake Maxwell up, he wouldn''t get up while thepany still needed their Mr. Carter.


    Just as she expected, Maxwell was still sleeping soundly. As usual, Mona knocked on the door a few times and his curses came from inside, which she had been already used to.


    Maxwell was still glued to his bed. Then Mona threatens him with money. He cared about his reputation and he was always the one who paid the bills every night he went out for fun, so it would be a huge daily cost and he was short of money.


    After Maxwell left the vi in a huff, Mona asked Haley to send her to the Clem family. It was almost Christmas. She wanted to apany her grandparents to go shopping. Anyway, Maxwell would note back for lunch or dinner, let alone breakfast. Mona had informed Jane in advance, so Jane had also prepared a lot of Mona''s favorite snacks. She led Mona to sit on the sofa and ced a te of cherries on the table, big and red, extremely appetizing.


    Mona lowered her head and ate one. It was just as she thought, sweet and full. Then she dly took a second one.


    "Grandpa, Grandma, it''s sweet." Mona pushed the cherries to Jane and Bernard.


    Jane nodded and took one. "Mona, it''s all yours. By the way, you said that you would apany me to do Christmas shopping, right?"


    Mona nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, I don''t have much to do at home anyway. So just let me take you out and walk around. See if I can find inspiration for the design."