Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 10

Rosemary was staring at her like she'd seen a ghost, "You like someone and you let them play the merry widower for three years? Man, your love is really something else!"

Yolanda nodded in agreement, "True that. But why is he so hell-bent on having you move back in? After all, you've got to move out again in three months. It's totally pointless."

Rosemary was clueless and couldn't care less about digging deeper.

Out for dinner, Rosemary ordered a ridiculously spicy broth that made her sweat buckets, but it was a seriously refreshing kind of torture.

At night, worried that the guy would pull another stunt, Rosemary just shut her phone off. The next morning she got up at the crack of dawn, packed her stuff into the car, and moved to her newly rented place.

After sprucing up her outfit a bit, she headed to her soon-to-be workplace.

Heritage Revive Studio.

Oswald, the head honcho there, was well into his sixties, not the tallest dude around, but his jaw dropped when he saw Rosemary!

"You're the 'Rose', the restorer?"

Rosemary nodded politely, "Yep, that's me."

Throughout the years, Rosemary didn’t take on many projects, but the ones she did were tough as nails, so she had quite the rep in the industry.

But she didn’t want to bask in the limelight, so she never used her real name. Her stage name was a no-brainer - just "Rose".

Before this, Oswald had never met her in person, only seen the masterpieces she'd restored. Her skills were top-notch, her technique impeccable. Some of her work was so on point that even the old-timers in the biz doubted they could match it, but Rose nailed it every time.

In Oswald’s mind, he had pictured Rose to be someone around his age, not a young lass!

"I've seen your restoration work. You're really going places for someone so young!"

Rosemary chuckled, "You flatter me. There's a lot I still need to learn."

While chatting, Oswald walked her over to a vacant spot, "This is your workstation. Hans." He called someone over, "Grab a few pieces for our new colleague to get acquainted with."

As a restorer, identifying the era, origin, and authenticity of cultural relics was bread and butter stuff. Normally, he would waive the entry assessment for someone he personally invited, but Rosemary was not what he expected, better stick to the protocol.

Hans quickly brought over a few relics from different periods, carefully laying them out on the table. Seeing this, the rest of the studio crew gathered around, murmuring, "Didn't they say a pro was joining today? Why's it just a young girl?"

"Probably someone padding their resume, thinking they could snag some prestige working here, but got caught by a tough nut like Oswald who wants to test her."

“I heard in order to get her recruited, Oswald has personally asked for others’ help. Looks like he’s gonna be disappointed!”

As they chatted, Rosemary had already identified the pieces on the table - era, origin, and even some intricate details and quirks, spot on.

Hans was surprised, "That was fast."