Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 195

Martin would rather deal with his own injuries than let Maxwell play doctor. Given their current animosity, he feared that a minor scratch might turn into a hospital trip after Maxwell's so-called treatment.

But Maxwell wasn’t about to let Rosemary tend to Martin either.

The two men sat there, each cloaked in elegance but with eyes that could kill.

Rosemary acted oblivious to the palpable tension. After dinner, she helped Nina clear the table and then prepared to leave. "Auntie, I've got work this afternoon, so I need to head out."

She had been swamped with work lately, focusing on restoring artifacts before her new role at the museum started.

"Even working weekends? Your job sounds tough."

Rosemary didn’t elaborate.

Maxwell stood up. "I'll walk you out."

He had come here mainly for Rosemary, so once she left, there was no reason for him to stay.

Martin jumped up and blocked his path. "Weren't you going to patch me up? Let’s get it done before my cut heals by itself."

Maxwell: "..."

Because of the delay, Rosemary had already driven off.

Maxwell narrowed his eyes. "You did that on purpose?"

Martin, much more relaxed compared to Maxwell’s simmering anger, replied, "Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I invited Rosemary over for lunch, and you just happened to show up?"

Maxwell admitted without hesitation, "Yes, I did it on purpose."

Martin chuckled. "Think you can keep us apart? She’s now the facade designer for Traversing City. As project lead, I’ll be seeing her every day, talking with her, giving her rides home..."

"Don’t make it sound like there’s something illicit going on. Rosemary has no romantic feelings for you."

...

A week later, Rosemary checked in at the museum, and the Heritage Revive Studio team threw her a grand farewell party. Hans was in a foul mood all night, got thoroughly drunk, and before being sent home, clung to Rosemary, insisting on becoming her apprentice until Oswald had to intervene.

Adonis personally escorted her to the workroom and introduced her to the team, "From now on, you’ll be in charge of Class A artifact restoration."

Artifacts at the museum were categorized into A, B, and C classes based on their restoration difficulty. Class A was the most challenging and prestigious, handled by only a few seasoned experts.

Rosemary stood out among the veterans.

"Director," someone voiced discontent, "isn’t this a bit rash? Just because of some media hype, you’re letting her handle Class A artifacts? These are irreplaceable treasures. That famed painting, we don’t even know if she really restored it. If she messes up, the loss would be immeasurable."

The speaker, Joyce, a middle-aged man who had been with the museum for years, had finally worked his way up to Class B. He believed he was ready for Class A, but Adonis had never promoted him. Now, a newcomer had suddenly been given the top-tier job.

Joyce gritted his teeth. "Don’t get cocky, young lady. You might just overestimate yourself."

When the painting was revealed, Joyce was stunned—it was in terrible condition, even with magnifying glasses.

Rosemary examined it carefully, then began the restoration, focusing on a small section since it was a contest.

She was halfway through, and Joyce was still bewildered.

Adonis concluded, "Alright, we have a winner. Those of you nursing bruised egos, move on or deal with it."

He directed his comment at Joyce, who was seething.

The others, initially skeptical about Rosemary’s media acclaim, now viewed her with newfound respect.

Adonis called Rosemary into his office and handed her a fancy invitation. "Take my place at this event. I’m not into these gatherings, and you young folks enjoy them. Go network."

Rosemary wasn’t keen on social events, but Adonis had already given her the invite.

The event was that evening at a luxurious five-star hotel. Adonis likely passed it to her because he couldn’t get out of it himself, given the high-profile attendees.

What are the chances of running into Maxwell again?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, she nearly collided with someone—technically, they almost collided with her…