Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 101

Rosemary has never seen a guy so narcissistic! She shoved him hard, “Just afraid of catching some sort of cooties.”

Seeing Maxwell stand up straight and keep his distance, Rosemary chilled out a bit and retorted to his earlier comment, "What do you mean ‘another’? I never went looking for anyone in the first place."

"Never?" The man's raised eyebrow formed a mocking arch, "Aren't I the one? After splashing tens of millions, you're already kicking up a fuss about a divorce before the bed's even cold. Is there anyone who's a bigger sucker than me?"

Maxwell's mouth was really more toxic than arsenic.

"Give up on hunting for suckers, will you? If I find out you're messing around with anyone else, I don't know if he's a big sucker, but he's definitely going to die a sucker."

He closed the car door and instructed, "Jason, take Mrs. Templeton back."

Rosemary wanted to explain further, but she bit her tongue, thinking, “Forget it, why argue with an animal!”

After leaving the court, she didn't go home. Instead, she had Jason take her straight to Yolanda's antique shop.

Yolanda could tell she was bummed out and guessed the court case didn't go well, so she didn't pry, "Perfect timing, let's go get a drink."

Rosemary hadn't even walked in before Yolanda had her arm around her shoulder and dragged her out of the shop.

After being friends for so many years, she knew what Yolanda meant. Resigned, she said, "I'm fine."

"I'm craving a drink. You have no idea; my dad's been on some crazy kick about quitting smoking and drinking. If only he stopped there, but now he won’t let me drink either, watching me like a hawk every day. He's out of town on business today, so I've got to seize the opportunity."

Once Rosemary was dropped off, Jason left but circled back upon seeing her and Ms. Abbott come out. Worried she might need a ride, he paused and then spotted them entering a nearby KTV.

He thought for a moment and called Maxwell, "Mr. Templeton, Mrs. Templeton and Ms. Abbott are at a KTV."

Maxwell asked for the exact address, "Wait for them at the entrance."

Daytime at KTV was quiet, not many drunkards - relatively safe. He knew she was feeling down; a little booze to blow off steam couldn't hurt.

Yolanda led Rosemary inside, reserved a small room for the afternoon and evening.

It wasn't as fancy as Night Club, but the vibe was still decent. On their way, Rosemary grabbed some snacks from a store and ordered some takeout on her phone.

Yolanda raised her glass, "We're not stopping until we're wasted. I've already sent my driver the address. He’ll pick us up later, so let's drink up."

The last time at Night Club, the run-in with that nutjob left her with a bit of trauma. Though that guy got what he deserved later, the pain was real. She wasn't going to end up drunk without a plan this time.

Seeing Yolanda chug a whole glass and cough from the rush, Rosemary cautioned, "Ease up on the booze. If anyone should be drowning sorrows, it's me."

"I'm just trying to break the ice for you. Come on, first round, let's curse Maxwell that jerk to eternal limpness."

That kind of curse was brutal for any guy. Yolanda, pushing the glass toward Rosemary’s lips, left her no choice but to drink, "I feel like you're cursing me. If he can't perform, Victoria will dump him faster than I can say 'divorce', and I'll be the one suffering."

"Then let's wish them a lifetime of love and happiness."

Once they started drinking, it was hard to stop. Before evening, they were both plastered. Yolanda, grimacing in discomfort after throwing up twice, waved her hand, "I'm done; I'll call my driver."