Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 103

Maxwell knew what Rosemary was up to the moment she reached out, but he didn't budge, letting her snatch the phone away.

A quick glance at the screen, which was still locked, with messages and missed calls notifications hanging there.

Maxwell didn't check it? Then what was he doing staring at his phone screen all this time?

Poking at the phone and sounding none too pleased, Rosemary asked, "What are you even doing here?"

"Well, you hogged my bed; where else am I supposed to be? Or are you bummed I didn't crash with you?" Maxwell probably hadn't slept a wink all night, red streaks clear as day. His jacket was tossed aside carelessly, leaving him in just a thin shirt and dress pants, with the top few buttons undone, giving off a vibe of laziness and casualness that wasn't usually his style.

Rosemary looked up at him in disbelief, "How can you keep a straight face, looking all suave and dapper, while spewing such shameless crap?"

Was that what she meant? She was asking why he didn't just roll off to another room to sleep, instead of hanging around on the couch like a ghost all night, God knew fantasizing about what while she was asleep.

The thought alone gave her the creeps.

Maxwell ignored her sarcasm, "What's with your phone wallpaper?"

Her wallpaper was a hand-drawn cartoon that, if not for the fact that it was a spitting image of Maxwell in his usual attire - minus the head, with "I'll knock your block off" written beside it, wouldn't have been so odd.

Maxwell continued, "You really want to knock my block off, huh?"

"Isn't it obvious? Don't you know how annoying you are?"

She saw an address from David, and a message, "Is this enough for you, or shall I dig up more?"

Rosemary pocketed her phone and opened the wardrobe.

She had moved out months ago, and Maxwell had said he'd ask the servant to toss all her stuff, so she wasn't holding out hope for finding any clothes to change into - she just couldn't stand the wrinkled mess and stench of booze she was wearing. She pulled open the door, half-hoping to at least find a T-shirt.

To her surprise, her clothes were still there, neatly arranged by length as per her habit, even the accessories sealed in bags and hung up.

Weren't these supposed to be trashed? But that question, likely to steer things towards flirty territory, she only pondered in her head without voicing it out.

After grabbing clothes and heading to the bathroom, she found all her stuff still there: face wash, toothpaste, toothbrush, mouthwash cup.

Once she was freshened up and changed, Rosemary made a beeline out of there. She half-expected Maxwell to stop her, even had her retorts ready, but when the man saw her, he just nonchalantly remarked, "Take the bed sheets you dirtied with you."