Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 172

From the moment Pearl got up this morning, she was totally out of it. Spotting Maxwell heading out, she quickly asked, "Where are you off to?"

"The office," he replied curtly.

The Templeton Group wouldn't be on holiday until tomorrow. There were still two wrap-up meetings today that he had to attend.

Pearl glared at his retreating figure, clearly annoyed. "Well, you better pick up Rosemary later. She's all by herself, spending the holidays in that tiny apartment must feel super lonely."

The thought of last night, when Rosemary stubbornly refused to come back, made Maxwell's expressionless face even colder. "If she doesn't think she's lonely, why are you fretting over it?"

"You..." Pearl was so frustrated her heart ached. "Whoever marries you has really hit a streak of bad luck. With your emotional intelligence of a rock, it's definitely a chip off the old block from your dad."

Stiff Norton: "??"

Since Maxwell wasn’t going to pick anyone up, Pearl had to take matters into her own hands. She called Rosemary, still brainstorming ways to persuade her to come over, when the call connected.

"Rosemary, where are you at now?"

"You went on a trip? With whom? Where to?"

"You, Yolanda, and a high school buddy? Alright then, have a blast. It's rare to get a break, enjoy and come back after you've had your fill of fun." Pearl put the call on speaker and transferred a cool million to Rosemary through her mobile bank app. "That Rock Church in the neighboring city, right? I've heard about the Love Bridge there. They say couples who tie a red ribbon and walk across it together will stay together forever."

After hanging up, Pearl glanced at Maxwell who was still loitering in the foyer. "Didn't you say you were off to the office? Why are you still standing there? She doesn't need you to pick her up, so get moving. Wrap things up and come back early for dinner."

Maxwell's eyes drooped, concealing the shadow that flickered beneath them, and he asked as usual, "Who's she with?"

"Yolanda, and some high school friend, why?"

"No reason."

Maxwell opened the door and left.

...

The drive from Greenwood to the neighboring city usually takes just over four hours, but with the holiday traffic, even with Hogan's slick driving, it took a good seven hours.

Yolanda had booked the hotel online in advance, and because Hogan was a last-minute addition, she booked an extra room on the way.

It was a good thing she did, since when they arrived to check in, they saw a sign at the bar indicating there were no more rooms available.

After resting in their rooms for a couple of hours, the trio set out to explore a nearby snack street and grab some dinner.

It wasn't far from the hotel—just a fifteen-minute walk. The so-called snack street was actually a night market, selling all sorts of things.

Rosemary and Yolanda were arm in arm, browsing a jewelry stall and holding up earrings to each other's ears, while Hogan, disinterested in girly stuff, stood at the entrance smoking.

That's when Maxwell's call came through.

She glanced at the phone and frowned as she picked up, "What's up?"

The music in the store was blaring. Maxwell said something, but Rosemary couldn't make it out clearly, only catching a few words about her grandfather's grave.

She gestured to Yolanda, pointing at the phone and then outside.

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