Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 183

Queena pouted, not daring to chime in. She'd acted impulsively at the time, and thinking back on it gave her the chills. She turned her head to sneak a peek at Maxwell, and the more she looked, the happier she felt. Nobody had the guts to go down and rescue her, except him. It was like it was written in the stars.

A girl's crush is hard to hide, and Rosemary saw it all. Calmly, she just went back to browsing the menu. When Martin noticed Rosemary only froze for a second when she first saw Maxwell, then quickly went back to normal, he didn't bother asking if she wanted to switch tables. "Rosemary, when are you planning to move your granddad's grave? My grandpa knows this top-notch feng shui master. If you need it, we can get him over to Havenfield, or maybe move your grandpa's grave to Greenwood. It's closer, so you can visit more often."

Rosemary didn't mention that some shameless person had already moved her grandfather's grave. "No need, thanks. I got this."

She took a sip of the lemon water at the table, and when she reached out, her sleeve slid up, revealing a slim wrist with a clear bruise on it. Martin frowned, taking her hand. "When did you hurt yourself?"

His serious tone caught Rosemary off guard, and it took her a moment to realize Martin was still holding her hand. She looked down where he was looking and said nonchalantly, "Oh, that? I bumped into a hockey stick playing ball yesterday."

Just a bruise, nothing serious. At the next table, Maxwell's dark and deep gaze was fixed on Rosemary, his lips pressed into a thin line, his jawline colder and sharper than ever.

Eden Cooper raised his glass, "Mr. Templeton, you saved my one and only treasure. The Ferber family owes you big time. If there's anything you need from me, just say the word. This one's to you..."

With a 'snap', the wineglass in Maxwell's hand broke, shattering on the floor into countless pieces. The dark red wine mixed with blood, dripping down his hand onto the pristine white tablecloth, splashing onto his shirt and trousers. Eden was startled by this sudden turn of events, quickly calling a waiter over for a towel.

"Queena, quick, clean Mr. Templeton up. These glasses are such poor quality, breaking just like that," he said coldly to the waiter, "Get your manager to find a doctor, pronto."

"No need," Maxwell stood up, his expression back to normal but with an unseen storm brewing in his eyes. "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

The waiter removed the stained tablecloth, and the white cloth didn't hide a thing—the blood and wine stains stood out sharply. Eden said to Queena, "Go across the street and buy a set of clothes."

Thankfully, there were plenty of high-end men's stores around.

"Rosemary..."

When Martin called her, Rosemary snapped back to reality, realizing she was still holding onto her wrist. She quickly pulled away, "What's up?"

"If you’re..." He wanted to say if you're worried, go check on him, but changed his mind, "If you’re hungry, I'll have the waiter bring out the dessert."

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