Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 106

Rosemary stopped her complaints and instead threw Martin a look that said, “See, you just don’t get him.”

She let out a sigh and mused to herself: The two-faced rascal was truly an expert at deceiving others.

Seeing how convinced Martin was, she couldn’t bear to burst his bubble about Maxwell. After all, they were friends who had grown up and been through thick and thin together. She decided not to be the bad guy stirring up trouble between them.

It was now the afternoon, with little traffic. It only took ten minutes to drive from the apartment to the mall.

She couldn’t just be too straightforward to dismiss the guy who gave her a ride like that. Martin wasn’t a chauffeur she’d hired, after all.

Rosemary unfastened her seatbelt and asked, in a half-hearted way, “Would you like to go in and take a look? Maybe you could help me choose?”

That was just a polite phrase, not even heartfelt. But Martin directly turned off the car and agreed, “Sure.”

They went from the first floor all the way to the sixth, skipping the three floors in the middle that sold female and children’s stuff. They went to every other floor, but did not find anything suitable.

Given her relationship with Oswald, she couldn’t choose something too expensive, as it would make him feel burdened; nor could it be too cheap, as that would seem too casual. It definitely couldn’t be personal items like clothes or shoes – they weren’t close to that level yet. In the end, she settled on a decent calligraphy set.

During her time at Heritage Revive Studio, Rosemary was fortunate to see Oswald’s calligraphy. It was master-class, with sharp strokes and a powerful flow. Each character and stroke was meticulously crafted.

She took the gift box from the clerk and thanked Martin, “I really owe you one for today. I’ll treat you to dinner sometime.”

Martin had been a big help in choosing this set. Rosemary hadn’t expected him to know so much about calligraphy supplies; she had thought only insiders or older folks used this stuff.

Martin played it cool, “It was nothing.”

The two left the store, chatting and laughing.

Not far away, Pearl, who had seen everything, quickly pulled the person next to her behind a pillar.

Sandra, who was walking just fine, nearly tripped when yanked and steadied herself before asking, “What are you doing? Acting like a thief?”

Sandra and Pearl were old friends, but she had been abroad for many years and only returned a few days ago, finally shaking off the jet lag today.

They originally agreed to meet up for a coffee upstairs, but on the way Pearl got sidetracked by an art supply store, saying she wanted to pick out something for her daughter-in-law.

Pearl asked, “What do you think of those two?”

The floor wasn’t crowded, so Sandra quickly caught sight of the couple not far away. Although she wasn’t sure why Pearl had suddenly asked this question, she honestly answered, “Quite a nice pair. The man is handsome, the woman beautiful. Their physiques and temperaments match well. They both look friendly, and I bet they’d have cute kids.”

Sandra had just become a grandmother recently; hence, everything she saw made her think about kids.

She had spent these years abroad and had only heard about Maxwell’s marriage, but hadn’t seen his wife, so she didn’t recognize Rosemary.

Seeing Pearl looking unhappy, she asked, “What’s wrong with you? You look as if the sky’s fallen. Are you telling me that your menopause is so severe that you’re starting to be jealous of young people dating?”

Pearl rolled her eyes at her, “Which one looks better to you, that man or my son Maxwell?”