Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 184

After Maxwell said that, everyone who should and shouldn't have spoken fell silent. But Maxwell, the troublemaker, was totally oblivious to the awkward vibe and kept sipping his red wine with an air of elegance.

Finally, Rosemary's meal arrived. A waiter in a suit and bow tie set a beautifully plated steak in front of her, his slender, well-proportioned fingers withdrawing from the edge of the plate.

She looked up at him, a young and handsome guy, "Your hands are really nice, huh?"

More than nice, they were model-worthy nice. Just yesterday, Director Madden was on Facebook saying he needed a guy's hand for a body double gig. I wonder if he found anyone. I should recommend this guy to him.

The compliment caught the waiter off guard, and a blush crept onto his face. Although this wasn't the first time someone had praised his hands, it was the first time a customer had done so to his face, and a pretty lady at that, "Thank you."

"Mind if I add you on WhatsApp?"

She didn't want to discuss side gigs with him while he was working, in case the manager overheard and thought she was poaching their staff.

Waiter: "We can't carry our phones on us during work hours, and we're not allowed to add customers on WhatsApp."

To avoid harassing customers.

Rosemary grabbed a comment card from the table, jotted down her number, and handed it to him: "Alright, just hit me up after work then. Got something I want to talk to you about."

The young guy's face got even redder. As he stared at the graceful handwriting on the note, he subconsciously took it, his fingers brushing the paper. Instantly, he felt a chilling glare that could freeze him on the spot aimed straight at him.

He looked up toward the man sitting next to the lady. The man wasn't looking at him, and from his gentle features, it seemed unlikely he'd cast such an icy stare.

The next second, the chilling look was gone.

He warmed up, told Rosemary to "enjoy," and quickly walked away with his tray.

Queena had been keeping an eye on Maxwell the whole time, only now noticing Rosemary at the next table.

Back at the hospital, she only felt Rosemary looked familiar but didn't recognize her until after she looked up Maxwell and realized she was his ex-wife.

She bit her lip: "Mr. Templeton, let's add each other on WhatsApp too."

Maxwell looked at the QR code presented to him and didn't say a word.

Meanwhile, Rosemary and Martin had finished their meal and were leaving.

In the car, Martin handed her a contract: "Have your lawyer look this over. Once you're sure, just sign it and get it to me by next Monday."

Rosemary's finger paused as she was about to flip through the pages, then she withdrew her hand: "Alright."

After dropping Martin back at his company, she sent Director Madden a message asking if he'd found his hand model yet.

He replied quickly: "Not yet, got someone in mind?"

"I saw a guy today with beautiful hands. I'll send you his info once he adds me."

"Okay."

To deal with someone whose possessiveness extended to treating his ex-wife as property, the more you cared, the more you gave him a stage to perform. She couldn't let her spite against Maxwell drag an innocent guy down.

"Don't stack your pillows too high when you sleep. I'm asking you because I don't want people to know my ex-wife has stooped to dating a waiter," Maxwell's other hand gripped Rosemary's chin, tilting her face from side to side with a manipulative gesture, his scrutinizing gaze landing on her eyes.

The smile on Rosemary's face sank, she turned her head: "Don't get so close, I don't want to go blind from the shock."

"You're not blind?" Maxwell's voice dripped with sarcasm, "Blushing means innocent boy? While he's in bed with a woman, you haven't even touched a man's hand."

Rosemary shoved him in disbelief, her eyes widening: "You've been digging dirt on him?"

How else would I know when the guy hits the hay with a woman?

"You get all bent out of shape when I investigate him, but just a minute ago, weren't you egging me on to take him down? So, were you just feeding me a line back there?"

Rosemary hadn't managed to push him away earlier, and now she struggled, insisting, "Let go."

In the struggle, the Traversing City contract fell to the floor with a 'thwack.'

The contract landed face up, and the moment Maxwell looked down, he saw the bold and enlarged words on the cover: "Employment Agreement?"

He let go of Rosemary, picked up the contract, and flipped through it. At the end, Martin had already signed, and the company seal was stamped. All Rosemary had to do was sign her name, and the contract would come into effect.

His voice, husky and deep, carried an ambiguous undertone, "You're gonna work for Martin's company, get in on designing Traversing City? And he fronted you ten million?"