Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 187

Maxwell grabbed her arm as she hurried out with her belongings, "Where are you headed? I'll drive you."

Rosemary's gaze followed his hand upwards, then shifted from his face to Victoria's, her eyes full of contempt: "Wow, you're something else. Haven't even managed to shake off one and you've already lined up the next."

She had seen Queena standing by Maxwell's car outside and had overheard his conversation with Victoria.

Rosemary couldn't help but think of her past self, just like Victoria now, hanging on every word from this man, hoping for some sign of affection.

Maxwell's brows furrowed tightly, "She's just here to deliver a partnership proposal from her dad. She's not a new flame. I'm not interested in her."

His icy demeanor softened a bit, "If it bothers you..."

"I'm not bothered," Rosemary cut him off, "Let go of me. Don't make me regret marrying you more than I already do."

Whether it was her words or something else, Maxwell's grip slowly loosened.

As soon as his hand released her, Rosemary dashed towards the door. Hogan's car was parked by the curb, the window rolled down, and he was waving her over.

Rosemary jogged to the car, opened the passenger door, and got in. Maxwell, with his sharp vision, could clearly see her features and the smile on her face from afar.

Maxwell clenched his jaw, a burning pain searing through his chest. He ignored Victoria and walked straight to his car.

Seeing him come out, Queena smiled sweetly, "Mr. Templeton, are we heading back to your office later?"

She had gone to the Templeton Group to find Maxwell because her dad was keen on a partnership. She had volunteered to talk first, wondering how to meet him without an appointment, only to bump into him in the basement.

Maxwell was in a rush, cutting her off without even hearing her out, but she wasn't one to give up easily and followed him.

"No, I'm not currently interested in a partnership with your company."

"But my dad is really sincere. He said you could pick any of the big projects the Ferber family has on hand..."

Maxwell stopped engaging, opened the driver's side door, and got into his top-of-the-line Maybach, having already handed off the Bentley to Christ.

Queena tried to follow, but Maxwell's icy stare froze her in her tracks. Unable to withstand his oppressive gaze, she slowly released the door handle and stepped back.

As the car sped off, dust and exhaust hit her face. She stomped her foot in frustration, clutching the proposal, "What's so great about you? One day I'll make you fall head over heels for me..."

"Ha," a cold snort came from a woman behind her, dripping with scorn for the delusional fool: "You might as well give up now. With Rosemary around, Maxwell won't give you a second glance in this lifetime."

Queena jumped, whirling around to lash out at Victoria standing behind her: "Are you a ghost or something? Why lurk behind people?"

She scrutinized Victoria's face: "So you're Mr. Templeton's mistress? Not much to look at. What did he see in you?"

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