Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 198

Rosemary was under the scrutiny of three very different sets of eyes, feeling a bit awkward as she muttered, "...It's okay, I guess."

The conversation seemed to have reached a dead end; no one spoke up again, and even Queena had stopped crying.

Just as she was about to get up and leave, Maxwell tightened his grip, holding her firmly in place.

Eden, grinding his teeth with veins bulging on his forehead, called out to the kitchen, "Bring me a cup of boiling water."

Queena recoiled, staring at her father whose eyes were red with anger. "Dad, what are you going to do?"

Deep down, she felt the water wasn't meant for her; her dad cherished her so much that even a small scratch on her hand would make him wish he could take the pain. But seeing his clenched jaw and taut face, she couldn't help but feel a bit scared.

The servant, thinking the master wanted a drink, quickly poured a cup.

The water was freshly boiled, with steam curling upwards.

Eden tapped the coffee table with a voice full of grit, "Queena, put your hand here."

Queena's eyes widened in disbelief, and she screamed, "Dad!"

"Put it here," Eden's voice rose before quickly softening to his usual tenderness, though the quiver in his tone betrayed his restraint, "Dad will cover your eyes. We need to own up to our mistakes, Queena. Don't be afraid, Dad is here with you."

"I don't want to! My hands are for playing the piano. If they get burned, all my years of hard practice will be ruined!"

Queena tried to run but was yanked back by Eden, who pressed her left hand firmly onto the glass surface of the coffee table.

With one hand, Eden pinned her down, and with the other, he reached for the cup. Despite the cup having a handle, he grabbed it directly by the scalding hot wall.

Rosemary's burned finger twitched involuntarily. The water Queena had knocked over earlier had been sitting for a while, and it had hurt enough. This freshly boiled water was even hotter.

For some reason, Rosemary's eyes welled up with heat.

At least Queena had a father who loved her, just like Larry used to love Rosemary.

Rosemary stood up, feeling a bit down, "Forget it."

She turned and walked out, not even bothering to look at Maxwell, who was still sitting on the couch.

Maxwell, clenching his teeth, followed her out shortly after with a stony face.

As soon as they left, Eden could no longer hold onto the searing cup, which fell straight onto the carpet...

Back in the car, Rosemary's mood was visibly down; her eyes half-closed, looking like she was in no mood for talking.

Maxwell’s voice was cold, clearly displeased with her just walking away earlier, "Not happy?"

"…"

"Are you upset about how I treated her, or just upset that I stood up for you?"

Rosemary opened her eyes, exhaustion plain as day, and even speaking seemed to take effort, "Thanks."

Maxwell fell silent. He'd done all that hoping for a thank you from Rosemary, but he wanted more than just that.

He pursed his lips, and after a long pause, he said stiffly, "Jason, take Mrs. Templeton home."

"Sure."

Rosemary opened her mouth, wanting to correct his form of address, but Maxwell had already closed his eyes, and Jason was focused on the road. So, she closed her mouth again.

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