Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 197

Rosemary raised her uninjured hand and pinched the bridge of her nose, seemingly at her wit's end, ready to blow a fuse any second: "Yeah, so to keep them from hurting you again, stay the hell away from me."

Maxwell: "...That's your real game, isn’t it? All this talk about Queena, about crossing the line, is just a trick to push me away."

Pissed off, Rosemary didn't care if it still hurt or not; she just shut off the water and stormed out.

The waiter was just coming over with the burn cream, but Rosemary didn’t even glance at it and just bolted.

Maxwell grabbed it from him, fished out a few hundred-dollar bills from his wallet, and handed them over without a second thought.

Back in the lobby, Queena had vanished, and the toppled drink stand had been tidied up.

Rosemary was walking fast. When she reached the entrance and a gust of cold wind hit her, she remembered she hadn’t grabbed her coat. She hesitated for a second, wondering whether to go back for it or just head to the car.

In that brief moment, Maxwell had already caught up from behind, ignoring her protests and struggles, and shoved her into the car.

He gave Jason an address.

Rosemary didn't remember him owning property there; it must be a recent purchase. But they were divorced now, so his real estate deals were none of her business.

Frowning, she said, "I drove here. Let me out."

"Give your keys to Jason; he’ll bring your car back tomorrow," Maxwell ordered, scrutinizing the burn cream instructions under the overhead light. "Hand."

Rosemary: "I can do it myself."

The car’s heater was on, and the warm air stung her burnt fingers, reigniting the pain that had been temporarily subdued, making every second an excruciating eternity.

Maxwell draped his coat over Rosemary and told Jason to turn off the heater, then rolled down the window. After all that, he finally started applying the burn cream to her fingers.

The warmth in the car was instantly replaced by the biting cold wind that rushed in.

His fingertips brushed her skin, and Rosemary winced in pain, retracting her hand.

Maxwell held her wrist: "Don't move."

The coolness of the cream where it touched her was a relief. He was hunched over, concentrated on her fingers. Rosemary could see his sharp, handsome profile softened by the dim light inside the car.

She watched his face for a few seconds and then looked away.

Maxwell had given Jason the address for the Cooper villa.

Eden had hurried back after his call, arriving almost at the same time as them. He’d already heard what had happened over the phone.

He first checked Rosemary’s hand, which was slightly red but blister-free, and sighed in relief. Then he turned with a stern face and ordered the servant, “Go call the young lady down.”

Then he apologized to Maxwell and Rosemary, "Please have a seat, Ms. Chambers will be down shortly, and I’ll make sure she apologizes to you in person."

Queena dawdled upstairs, not wanting to come down. Maxwell had already thrown her onto the drink stand during the party, making her lose face. She hadn't expected him to come after her so quickly.

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