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."

"..." Martin had seen the news about the rescue at Sunlight Lake, and piecing together the conversation, he could guess what was going on.

A few minutes later, Maxwell and Queena emerged from the direction of the restroom. He was still in his original outfit, now with a big water stain where the wine had been washed out, and Queena followed behind with a twisted expression holding the bag. Eden said, "Queena went across the street to buy you a new set. It's too cold to wear wet clothes; you could get sick. Mr. Templeton, maybe you should change first. You saved her life; buying your lifesaver a set of clothes is the least she can do."

Maxwell declined crisply, "No need. I only wear clothes bought by my wife."

Rosemary was mid-sip when she nearly choked on her water at Maxwell's words. His clothes were all custom-made, with designers coming to his door every season to take measurements and pick out styles. Formal, casual, for every occasion—they were all prepared. After three years of marriage, she never had the chance to shop for him. He's blatantly lying through his teeth – it’s crystal clear he’s seen through Eden’s sneaky plan to play matchmaker. Plus, he’s not into her daughter, so he’s just using her as a human shield.

Queena was already feeling down in the dumps. She trekked all that way, her feet raw with blisters, eagerly bringing clothes to Maxwell. But he didn’t even give them a glance before turning them down, preferring to stay in his soggy outfit rather than wear the ones she picked out. Hearing this just made her eyes well up in a heartbeat. But since they were in public, with all those pairs of eyes on them, and it being their first formal meal together, she bit her lip and fought back the tears like a champ.

Eden said awkwardly, "Didn't I hear that Mr. Templeton and your lady had split up a while back?"

Maxwell kept his cool, "She’s just throwing a tantrum. Give it a bit, and she’ll be making a fuss about getting back together. She’s got a bit of a childish streak, hates to feel slighted. It’s not the first time this has happened."