Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love

Chapter 68

Rosemary figured Maxwell was having one of his episodes again, so she just rolled her eyes and kept walking ahead.

Possessiveness is like a man's Achilles heel – anything or anyone in their territory is off-limits to others, and they certainly don't take kindly to their possessions eyeing someone else.

Once she got that straight in her head, Rosemary would remain unfazed even if Maxwell looked like he was green with jealousy.

But she had barely taken a few steps when her arm was yanked.

The guy was so strong that Rosemary felt like her wrist was about to snap from his grip!

She hissed in pain, with her brows furrowing deeply, and her voice changed pitch when she said, "Let go."

It was only then that Maxwell seemed to snap back to reality and loosen his grip slightly, but he was not completely letting go.

His face was still frosty as he said, sparing his words, "Let's go."

"I'm working."

But Maxwell wasn't having any of it; he just dragged her outside without giving her a chance to refuse.

"Brother-in-law! My sister married you, and aren't you gonna let her splurge a bit?" Stacey's accusatory words followed from behind. To an outsider, it might have sounded like a sister was helping her take down a scumbag.

Maxwell paused and glanced over his shoulder.

Stacey was actually a bit scared of him, but to make Rosemary's life difficult, she plucked up the courage to continue, "My sister can't even cough up a hundred grand for a painting, and has to have another man foot the bill – if that's not treating her poorly, what is?"

Rosemary shot a cold glance her way, thinking Stacey was just like a cockroach that never goes away.

With his gaze landing on the painting in her hand, he spoke up indifferently, "Martin paid the bill?"

It wasn't rocket science; just piecing together their conversation made it easy to guess.

"It's my own purchase," Rosemary didn't want to drag Martin into this, so she patiently explained, "Martin just helped me out. If you don't believe me."

Maxwell must have been expecting her to suggest asking someone else, but Rosemary, with a cold face, yanked her hand from his grasp, "Then there's nothing I can do."

Turning back to the exhibition area, she found her phone rang. She took it out, utterly unaware of the man following her, or perhaps she was just ignoring him.

She was wearing a pair of soft, flat shoes today. Maxwell was a good half-head taller than her, so with a simple glance down, he saw the caller ID on the screen.

"One Martin, one Hans, Mrs. Templeton's private life sure is eventful," Maxwell's tone was dripping with sarcasm, and his anger was palpable. He knew men all too well, that look Hans gave her, it screamed of ulterior motives.

Rosemary got along with Hans just fine at work, but they didn't mix outside of that, so she figured his call must be work-related.

She had intended to dodge Maxwell before taking the call, but with him shadowing her every move, she lost her patience, "I'm working, stop following me."

Maxwell snorted, "What, am I interrupting your date with him?"

Holding back her temper, Rosemary decided to ignore him and answered the call, "Hans, what's up?"

Before she could finish, her phone was snatched away by a hand reaching over her head.

Turning around, she saw Maxwell, whose face turned dark as night; he hung up the call and even turned off the phone before gripping her hand and marching her outside.

She frowned, trying to push back, but it was futile; she was still dragged away from the sales area by this man.

Rosemary clenched her teeth and insisted, "I'm still working, I can't leave."

"What, the trust fund baby who run the show can't afford to hire a janitor? Has to call in reinforcements?"

He knew damn well she wasn't a janitor; he was just ticked off and taking a jab at her.

As they passed the stairway, Martin was coming down and noticed the clearly tense pair; he said with his eyebrows raising, "Didn't you say you'd wait for me on the second floor?"

"You were taking forever, so I came down to check."

In the midst of speaking, he handed Rosemary a blank check.

Rosemary was stunned. Was this supposed to be some kind of breakup fee for her to fill in any amount?

Maxwell caught on to her thoughts instantly and scoffed, "You think you're entitled to a breakup fee when you owe me billions? How high is your pillow propped at night? Give the money back to Martin."

With a few internal expletives to maintain her composure, Rosemary didn't accept the check he offered, "I can pay him back myself."

His gaze turned icy as he stared her down, "Seems like you're rolling in dough then. Guess you won't miss the three billion in interest. I'll have Harvey." Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

As that name was brought up, Rosemary felt her scalp tingled with dread; she snatched the blank check from Maxwell's hand and quickly filled in the numbers, all the while spitefully considering adding a few extra zeros to make him bleed a bit!

But it was just a fleeting thought. No matter how much she filled in, the debt would eventually land back on her.

Handing the completed check to Martin, she said, "Thanks for earlier, Martin."

Her said it with a soft voice while carrying a gentle smile.

This demeanor was polar opposite to the hedgehog-like attitude she had towards Maxwell!

Maxwell stood by, seemingly unruffled, but his eyes were filled with a cold chill.

Martin didn't refuse; he took the check and before he could speak, Rosemary was whisked away by the man.

Martin was speechless.

Outside the venue, the weather was bleak and cold.

It had been drizzling since the morning, and now the rain was coming down harder.

Maxwell's car wasn't far, but even so, Rosemary's clothes got soaked through.

After getting in the car, she couldn't help but shiver, so she took some tissues to wipe her face, "Spit it out, I need to get back to work. Give me my phone back."

Who knows if Hans had something important to tell her.

The man narrowed his eyes at her...

Because of the rain, her face turned pale, and her lips were slightly blue; apparently her impatience was even more pronounced.

He was momentarily lost in thought, recalling her smile towards Martin. It seemed like forever since he had seen a smile on her face.

The woman who once had stars in her eyes at the mere sight of him can't even be bothered to have a proper conversation with him now. She's either throwing shade at him or itching to draw a line in the sand.

Maxwell pursed his lips, fired up the car, and cranked the AC up to max. But since the engine hadn't warmed up yet, the blast was nothing but cold.

Rosemary shivered like crazy; when she was about to blow her top, Maxwell turned the fan down to a whisper and shifted the vents to the other direction.

After a while, he spoke up, with a deep and distant voice: "If you're strapped for cash, why not hit me up?"