Mona did not stay in bed anymore this time. She got up with Maxwell after kissing Maxwell on the cheek.


    Bernard and Jane of the Clem family were old. They slept early and woke up early daily. As for Haley and Albert, they got up early and went for a run every morning. Therefore, Mona and Maxwell were thest two to get upte.


    Fortunately, Maxwell had figured out everything about thepany yesterday. The rest of the work would continue after Christmas. Rome was not built in a day. Maxwell knew things had to be done slowly.


    Mona and Maxwell''s main task today was to get tattoos. However, it was their little secret, so they didn''t tell Albert and the others.


    Maxwell had asked Nigel to find a tattoo shop. He booked it for the whole morning and nned to bring Mona over after breakfast.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Everyone had finished their breakfast. Jane and the others left food for Mona and Maxwell. When they went downstairs, Polly had prepared breakfast. Looking at the various types of breakfast, it was obvious Polly had spent a lot of effort to prepare them. Mona had grown up eating Polly''s cooking and was satisfied with Polly''s culinary skills. She was pulled by Maxwell and consumed a lot of staminast night. She felt starved in the early morning. As soon as she went downstairs, she greeted Jane and the others before slowly eating breakfast.


    Although Mona felt hungry, she did not wolf down the food. Instead, she ate slowly, showing the manners she had been taught since childhood.


    Maxwell sat beside Mona. He felt watching Mona eat was an enjoyment.


    Maxwell''s gaze was so intense that Mona did not even need to turn her head to know that. The people at home were each doing their things. Mona did not hesitate to ce the bagel she could not finish in Maxwell''s hands. "What are you looking at? I can''t eat anymore. You eat!" Mona ordered.


    Maxwell looked at the bagel in his bowl. He picked it up and ate it without any disdain. Then, he picked up a croissant for Mona. "I''m not looking at you anymore. Have a croissant. You''re not eating enough bagels."


    "Alright!" Mona said reluctantly. Although she felt hungry, she ate a few bites and then felt slightly full.


    Looking at the croissant given by Maxwell, Mona nned to eat it.


    The croissant was not big but delicious. After taking a bite, it was soft, fragrant, and crispy. Mona slowly finished it.


    Maxwell knew Mona''s appetite was not big. Upon seeing she had eaten a lot, he knew it was enough. He did not give her anything else and slowly ate the bagel in his hand. Everything that had been in Mona''s mouth tasted better to Maxwell.


    After breakfast, Maxwell took Mona to the tattoo shop that he had booked in advance. Maxwell didn''t let Haley and Nigel go with them. After driving there, Maxwell and Mona slowly strolled over hand in hand. The weather had rarely been so good those days. The sun appeared today.


    Mona especially liked sunny days because there was light and warmth during winter. It was always morefortable. Mona felt everything she did with Maxwell was memorable. However, the tattoo was the key to determining if he was the real Maxwell Carter, so Mona did not post it on Twitter.


    Another reason was that her and Maxwell''sments on the Inte were bad recently. Because of the fake Maxwell, ''Maxwell Carter'' had been staying in Mystique for a while. They were the people who knew Maxwell. Then, they were posted online. Chapter 347


    Therefore, mostizens were siding with Mona, saying Maxwe was an ungrateful man. Mona closed Twitter after she casually nced at them a few times. She thought after the influence of ''Maxwell Carter'' gradually faded, she would slowly correct Maxwell''s image in everyone''s eyes online. If she were to provide proof to Maxwell, it would be a mass.


    "Mona, here we are!" Maxwell said as he held Mona''s hand and yed with it, one by one, her little fingers were soft and boneless. He loved them so much that he could not bear to part with them.


    "Then let''s go in!" said Mona, mustering her courage. She had no idea if it was painful.


    She silently vowed in her heart that she would persevere and not cry no matter how much it hurt. The tears she shed were enough to cleanse her soul those few days..


    Maxwell and Mona walked in. The environment in the shop was dark. They both wore masks, but their figures attracted the receptionist''s attention when they entered.


    The receptionist couldn''t bear to reject such good-looking people. However, a big shot had booked their shop today, so she could only harden her heart and say, "I''m sorry, but our shop has been booked today. If you want a tattoo, you cane over tomorrow or go to our branch."


    "Maxwell Carter!" Maxwell said his name.


    Then he


    Then he held Mona''s hand and walked in because the person who booked the entire shop was Maxwell.


    As they walked inside, the environment was not as bright as the outside. Even the lights were dim. Mona followed behind Maxwell step by step.


    After entering, someone weed them and brought Mona and Maxwell to the private room aside.


    Mona exined his intentions to the tattoo artist.


    "Excuse me, you want to tattoo the letters ''JSH'' on your lower back?" the tattoo artist asked.


    Mona nodded. Shepared the size with her hand and tried to make it as small as possible. She was afraid of pain. She did not n to tattoo the words Maxwell Carter on her body because there were too many letters in the name. It would hurt. The fewer the letters, the better.


    "Is this size okay?" Mona pointed at her pinky cap.


    "Sure. I''ll go and prepare now. We will start in a minute."


    After the tattoo artist left, Maxwell helped Mona off her coat, revealing the light-colored knitted sweater Mona wore inside. Maxwell let Mona turn around.


    He looked at Mona back and lifted her clothes, revealing her slender waist. Last night, Maxwell already felt Mona''s waist was slender. He felt it was the same size as his palm. Now that he measured it carefully, it was more slender than the width of his palm.


    ''Such a slender waist looks easy to break. I must be gentler in the future and don''t want to hurt my wife, thought Maxwell. "Maxwell, why are you staring at me?" Mona felt ufortable under Maxwell''s gaze. She gradually brushed a bit.


    "You look pretty. I''m finding you a spot for the tattoo," Maxwell said in all seriousness. His hand caressed Mona''s waist a few times, making him unable to put his hand down.


    ''My wife''s skin was tender and smooth, thought Maxwell. His mouth was a little dry from looking at her. Maxwell lowered his head and kissed Mona''s slender waist while he thought about it.


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