Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 193

At dusk, Archer tried to call Maxwell but got no answer, so he asked Christ, who said Maxwell hadn't shown up at the office. Archer immediately suspected that Maxwell had been given the cold shoulder by Rosemary again.

Without hesitation, he drove straight to Meadowlark Retreat. The servant greeted him at the door, "Sir's in the study on the second floor."

He thanked the servant and made his way upstairs like he owned the place.

The study door wasn't locked, so he gave a courtesy knock.

Maxwell's chilly voice came from inside, "I'm not hungry, go away."

Archer couldn't care less about whether Maxwell was hungry or not and barged in.

Maxwell, already in a foul mood, was even more ticked off by Archer's uninvited entrance. He wanted to blow his top but held it back when he saw it was Archer, just gruffly asking, "What do you want?"

Archer replied, "Came to bring you a present."

Maxwell glanced at the cheap-looking plastic bag in his hand and asked with zero enthusiasm, "What is it?"

This was a first for Archer, popping over with a gift in hand.

At their level of wealth, there wasn't much they needed that they couldn't buy themselves, and there were few gifts that could pique their interest anymore.

Archer dropped the duck he’d picked up from the market for a few bucks onto Maxwell's million-dollar wooden desk, splashing a few drops of blood.

Maxwell frowned in disgust and scooted his chair back, "When have you ever seen Meadowlark Retreat short of food? If you brought something, hand it to the servants to cook for lunch. Why lug it up here to show me?"

"I brought it up to see if it's as tough as you are."

"..." Every time Maxwell heard the word 'tough' now, his head throbbed with pain. Was he never going to live this down?

"I've already stuck my nose in your business enough to toss you right in front of her, and you still haven't sealed the deal. What's wrong? Did you tank it when you were plastered, or do you just not cut it with Rosemary? Or can't you keep your mouth shut long enough to seal the deal?" He ignored Maxwell's increasingly sour face. "Do I need to strip her down and shove her in your bed? Although that probably won't do, you'd need her to pin you down to get fired up. I'm not your parent; I shouldn't have to teach you how to get into bed with a woman."

It's not like he was dying to play matchmaker between him and Rosemary. He wasn't born to be a love god. He just found Maxwell really irritating. Whenever Maxwell got rejected by a woman, he'd walk around with a face like he was mourning the dead, acting like the world owed him a fortune, giving everyone the cold shoulder and a mouth full of barbs, as if he wanted to curse someone back into their mother's womb.

And yet, people still kept calling him to clean up Maxwell's messes.

If Maxwell wasn't so hung up on Rosemary, Archer would've gladly found some girl to get him out of his hair.

Maxwell stared at the dead duck, "Looks like you've been 'served' plenty. Yvonne can't shake you off and treats you like a male escort. Guess you and that duck are birds of a feather, huh? Maybe one day you'll get the chop too."

Archer...

"Recently, Nina Gellar stopped setting up blind dates for Martin everywhere."

Maxwell was aware of that. The social circle was so small that even without gossiping, he'd hear things.

"One day, I bumped into Nina at the mall. She's planning to invite Rosemary over for dinner this weekend."

Let the mutual sabotage begin. Come on, let's see who can take the hits!

Maxwell stared at him for a while, then pursed his lips, "You can leave now."

Archer let out a 'heh' of a cold laugh and stood up to leave.

Behind him, Maxwell called out, "Take your buddy with you."

...

On the weekend, Rosemary, carrying the gifts she had bought at the mall for the Gellar family elders a few days ago, drove to the Gellar family's old house.

"You..." Nina started to send him away but then had a thought, pausing, "Help Rosemary with the potato peeling. Peel a lot. I'm making bacon mashed potatoes."

The Gellar family's old house was quite aged, and since Grandpa Nelson was sentimental, they hadn't moved for years. Even though it was also a villa, the kitchen wasn't very spacious. The potato peeling spot was originally tucked in a corner. It was fine for Rosemary alone, but as soon as Martin joined, the space felt cramped.

As he crouched down, their legs were almost glued together.

She could even feel the warmth radiating from him. Rosemary was a bit uncomfortable, but Martin was as cool as a cucumber, peeling with intense focus. If she got up and left now, it'd just look like she was trying to hide something super obvious.

In the midst of the awkwardness, the doorbell rang.

Rosemary was about to go answer it, but Nina zipped out like a whirlwind, "You guys keep peeling, I'll get the door."

Outside, Maxwell and Archer, who got roped into this errand, were holding gifts and spoke in unison, "Auntie."

Nina had invited Rosemary over today because her son had opened up to her about his feelings. She had to psych herself up for a whole week before she decided to play matchmaker and throw this dinner. Now, seeing Maxwell, she was nothing but awkward.

Setting up your ex-wife on a date in front of your ex-husband—how bizarre is that? "Maxwell, Archer, what brings you here?"

Maxwell: "I just..."

Bang, clatter, crash...

A series of noises indicating something had hit the floor came from the kitchen, and the three at the door instantly changed color. Without another word, they hurried toward the noise.

Reaching the doorway, they all skidded to a halt.

Amid the chaos on the floor, Rosemary and Martin had taken a tumble. With her head resting against his lower abdomen, from the onlooker's perspective, the scene was explosive—almost enough to make your blood race...