Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 51

Beeping...

Rosemary looked at the strange phone number on the screen, hesitated for a moment and said, “Hello?”

“Is this Miss Rosemary Harris?” A warm and charming voice came from the other side of the phone.

Rosemary frowned slightly and said, “I am Rosemary, who are you?”

“Hi, I’m Tristan Barton, Nathaniel Meyer’s agent, and I’d like to talk to you about something.”

Rosemary thought Nathaniel had asked his agent to call her and said, “Is Nathaniel calling me?”

Hearing Rosemary’s question, he paused for a moment and replied, “No. It’s me. I need to talk to you about something. Is it convenient for you?”

Rosemary didn’t want to get involved, but she decided to go because Nathaniel had helped her and she had no idea what he was going to say to her.

“Yes. Where shall we meet?” Rosemary asked directly.

Tristan Barton gave an address and then hung up.

Rosemary walked out of the door, looked up at the sky and muttered, “Looks like another trap! I’ll have to find someone to help me.”

She held up her cell phone and dialed a familiar number. “Hell? Tina, you are invited to have hot pot at noon today, are you free?”

“Why do you suddenly think of treating me to hot pot? Is something bothering you?” Tina asked jokingly while holding the phone.

Rosemary looked at the passers-by on the street and sighed, “I’m going on a date that could be a trap. Call me in an hour and we’ll go to the restaurant near the school to have hot pot.”

“What trap?” Tina didn’t understand.

“I’ll explain when I get back. Call me in an hour.” Rosemary reminded her.

Rosemary couldn’t be as stupid as not to know why Tristan Barton asked her out to dinner. Her pose with Nathaniel that day must have been too flirtatious for anyone who wanted to find fault with him. Now that things were settled, they came to her for questioning.

Rosemary went to the cafe which Tristan Barton said. As soon as she entered, the attendant led her to a private room and knocked at the door.

“Come in!”

Rosemary opened the door and saw a man not much older than Nathaniel sitting there drinking a cup of coffee.

“Hello, Mr. Barton!” Rosemary said and looked at Tristan Barton. He had a cunning face that people in the movie business got.

Tristan Barton looked up at Rosemary with a smile of surprise in his eyes and said, “Miss Harris, please have a seat!”

Rosemary walked to a table across from Tristan Barton and smiled, “Thank you.”

“I heard you studied acting, too, right?” Tristan crossed his fingers and looked at Rosemary with interest.

Rosemary had to believe that there were too many handsome men in the world. All the agents she had seen on TV were old and fat, and this one was not an easy man to talk to despite his good looks.

“Yes, but I don’t think Mr. Barton came here just for me.” Rosemary said with a smile.