Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 156

Maxwell ducked his head and planted a kiss on her lips, his palm gliding down her spine to rest on the slender curve of her waist. Rosemary watched as his face drew closer and closer, then opened her mouth and bit down hard on his lip. It was a savage bite that drew blood instantly, the taste of rust spreading through her mouth.

"Ouch..." Maxwell sucked in a breath, let her go, but before Rosemary could push him away, he snatched her right index finger and pressed it onto the fingerprint scanner. After a couple of beeps, the door unlocked. He scooped her up by the butt, lifting her off the ground with her upper body draped over him and her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Maxwell strode in, setting her down on the hall's storage cabinet. The whole thing took just a few seconds; Rosemary didn't even have time to protest before he was lifting her sweater over her head. Now, she really felt the stark difference in strength between herself and Maxwell. He tilted her chin up, a smirk playing on his lips, "Enjoy biting me, did you?"

Rosemary was forced to meet his gaze, glaring at him with fiery eyes. Maxwell didn't mind her hostility one bit; in fact, it seemed to amuse him even more, as his smile lost its usual cold mockery, "Just wait, you'll enjoy what's coming even more."

He was pressed against her, every tiny reaction of hers keenly felt. With a wall behind her and Maxwell's tense body in front, Rosemary had nowhere to go, not even able to kick out with her legs still wrapped around his waist. Fuming and furious, she spat out, "Maxwell..."

Before she could say more, his lip, smeared with blood, landed on her neck. He didn't bite, but the skin he kissed burned slightly, showing how much force he used. Rosemary was always a bit of a delicate flower when it came to pain, and with Maxwell's rough handling, she tried to shrink back with all her might, her toes curling tight.

Maybe he sensed her pain or for some other reason, but when he pulled her into his arms for the umpteenth time, Maxwell's kisses were no longer rough but tender and lingering, his tongue tickling her skin. Rosemary, eyes wide open and chin resting on his shoulder, was as unresponsive as a dead fish, "Maxwell, have you fallen for me or something?"

"..."

"After the divorce, you regret it, so now you're trying to drag me back into your life with this low move."

"..."

"When you saw me with Martin and the others, were you like, super jealous?"

She brought up Martin because he was good buddies with Maxwell, and naturally, you pay extra attention to your bros. Maxwell's kissing paused, and he looked at Rosemary with a hint of red in his eyes, then chuckled softly. He didn't respond to her words, but that chuckle said it all—she was dreaming.

He straightened her disheveled clothes, his lustful expression fading back to his usual refined poise, "About that impotence rumor, you'll need to clear that up with a public statement."

He couldn't care less about negative press, but ironically, the one thing Rosemary blabbed about was something any man would care about. Maxwell bent down to pick up his coat and headed for the door. Rosemary pulled out the card Yolanda gave her, "Here's 120 million, the PIN is my birthday. With what I've paid back before, I still owe you 120 million. I'll pay it off as soon as I can."

He paused mid-step, turned to look at the card in Rosemary's hand, then up at her, her eyes resolute in setting boundaries between them. He stared at her for a long moment, his Adam's apple bobbing, then silently took the card.

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