Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 170

The dark red plastic track beneath Maxwell was stained with large water splotches, one leg bent as his pants continued to drip. Rosemary pursed her lips and reached for his belt to unbuckle it.

Maxwell's gaze fixated on her face, a presence so strong it was impossible to ignore. Half-closing his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips, he teased, “If I hadn’t called out to you just now, were you planning to just stand there and watch me freeze?”

If the security guard hadn’t handed her his clothes, he was sure she wouldn’t have come over on her own.

Rosemary was seriously unbuckling his belt, her voice soft and calm, “With security around, you won’t freeze to death.”

Those guards were from Sunlight Lake Park management. If someone actually froze to death on their watch, the family could hold them accountable.

Maxwell: “…”

The belt buckle clicked open, and as Rosemary reached for his trouser button, he pressed down on her hand.

He stood up, his voice cold and inexplicably angry, “I’ll change myself.”

Rosemary couldn’t be bothered with his attitude.

Maxwell didn’t bother picking up the wallet that had fallen; he had spare clothes in his car.

The guy whose car had rear-ended his was still waiting, hastily pulling out his phone to show a photo, “You were driving in flip-flops, I got it all on camera. You're partly to blame for this fender bender.”

Maxwell's already sour mood exploded when the phone nearly smacked into his face, a cold and menacing look creeping into his eyes like a sharp knife, “I wasn’t wearing shoes while driving, and regardless of whether I braked hard or not, rear-ending is totally on you. Contact your insurance to handle it.”

The man: “…”

Maxwell grabbed clothes from the trunk, slipped into the backseat to change, then called his secretary to come handle the situation.

After sorting this out, the ambulance arrived.

Although Maxwell was coherent, he'd been soaked in the lake for quite some time, and in such cold weather, it was prudent to get checked out at the hospital. Rosemary, as his ‘family member,’ was also ‘persuaded’ by security to go.

Silent, she sat on a bench, the ambulance curtains drawn, blocking the view outside. With nothing else to look at, she focused on the ‘patient’ lying on the stretcher before her, “Never would've guessed you'd play the hero.”

Maxwell glanced at her silently, huffing, “If you've got nothing nice to say, zip it. Spare me the sarcasm.”

Rosemary shut up, pulled out her phone, and started scrolling through Twitter.

The recent incident had hit the news, and because the rescuer was Maxwell, it was trending. She accidentally opened the detailed page, her eyes casually scanning.

There she was, in one of the photos, undoing Maxwell’s belt buckle.

Rosemary stared at the photo, cursing under her breath, damn it!

Even though it was pixelated, it was such a half-assed job anyone who knew her could tell it was her.

The man’s dark gaze fell on her…

The car was quiet, save for the hum of the air conditioner, “Why did you tell Mom you were going to jump into the lake?”

Rosemary’s finger froze on the phone screen, looking up, “So, you jumped in to save someone because you thought it was me?”

“…”

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