Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 179

Maxwell snapped his phone shut, not sparing Rosemary another glance, and went straight to his car.

Rosemary was a step behind, and the man was already showing his impatience, “What, do I need to roll out the red carpet and usher you in?”

Though his tone was harsh, it was hard to detect much anger. It sounded more like someone venting their frustrations.

Rosemary smacked herself on the forehead, a loud 'smack' echoing, and the skin turned red instantly – you could tell by the sound she didn't hold back.

It must be the freezing weather numbing her emotional radar, she thought. The idea that Maxwell felt slighted was as believable as ghost stories.

She opened the car door and slid in, eyes drifting to the console between the driver and passenger seat, prompting her to rub her sore neck.

Was that uncomfortable position self-inflicted?

Maxwell noticed her gaze, “If I'd known you were going to be ungrateful, I wouldn't have offered my shoulder.”

“…” Rosemary fell silent for a few seconds, “You mean you were the one who put my head on your shoulder?”

Maxwell’s eyes stayed on the road, his reply indifferent, “Felt sorry for you, your face against the cold glass and all.”

Might as well have lent you my shoulder. Try and tell me which is more pitiful: your face on the glass or leaning over the console against my shoulder.

Rosemary’s instinct was to snap back, but she thought better of it, “Mr. Templeton, if you’ve got the time, I suggest you play the field a bit. Ever wonder why girls know a player's bad news but still go fluttering to the flame?”

Maxwell’s simmering anger bubbled unrestrained, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled, his voice flat, betraying no emotion, “Even if I were with Victoria, you wouldn’t mind.”

Rosemary opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Maxwell’s scoff, “Of course you wouldn’t care. If you did, you wouldn’t have labeled me her boyfriend without a second thought.”

“What?” She doubted they were even in the same universe, let alone the same space. Otherwise, how could she have no recollection of what he was talking about? “I pegged you as Victoria’s boyfriend?”

She and Victoria had been at odds since their school days; she'd be bonkers to assign her a boyfriend.

Not surprised she didn't remember, Maxwell thought. Aside from Martin, she was clueless about everything else, like a total airhead.

Maxwell: “Figure it out yourself.”

“…”

They pulled up to Rosemary’s apartment complex.

The place, mostly home to singles and quiet now during New Year’s, had only a few windows still lit. The usual hustle and bustle were gone, and the shadows cast by the decorative trees across the deserted streets seemed to loom menacingly.

Stepping out of the car, Rosemary heard the 'click' of the seat belt's release, unusually loud in the still night.

She paused, retracting her step, turning to the man in the car, “Maxwell, this is where I get off.”

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