Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 109

Rosemary was a bit out of sorts at first, it wasn’t until she caught sight of the flat shoes in the box that she realized what Maxwell was up to.

In that split second, her ankle was already held by the man.

Maxwell’s palm was running hot, a heat she could feel even through her cloth. Rosemary, not used to this kind of touch, twitched her foot away and whispered, “I can do this myself.”

A scene like this that would make a viewer in a romantic idol drama swoon, but in real life, it only made her feel awkward, especially with two people looking on. She wished she could dig up a mansion on the spot to shelter herself from the embarrassment!

And seeing their envious looks, she knew they must’ve found this whole spectacle super sweet!

Rosemary wasn’t about to blame herself, no way. It had to be the wrong guy, that Maxwell was flawed, he didn’t deserve such a romance, that’s why she felt out of place.

The man was looking down, his long lashes, the lines of his nose and jaw all visible from Rosemary’s angle. Sensing her resistance, his grip tightened slightly, his brows knitted together, and his lips pursed into a displeased curve, “Don’t move.”

With little effort, her shoe was slipped off. Rosemary’s fair skin was now exposed, revealing the scrapes on her heels and ankles. Blood seeped from the broken skin, leaving a large red patch.

In a romantic drama, Maxwell should’ve been staring at her wound with a distraught look on his face. But in reality, the jerk scoffed coldly and teased, “Rosemary, how did you even survive being this dumb? Can’t you even squeak in pain?”

“I’m not a rat, what’s there to squeak about? Why don’t you give it a try, let’s hear you squeak,” Rosemary forcefully pulled her foot from the man’s palm. She had decided if he didn’t let go, she’d kick him away!

Whether it was because she was strong or he had loosened his grip, she easily broke free.

The sales assistant had picked out a pair of sneakers and even thoughtfully paired them with cotton socks, though taking them off later would be a bit of a pain, with the socks likely sticking to the wounds.

Just as Rosemary was about to put on the shoes, Maxwell held her hand and turned to the assistant, “Do you have any band aids?”

The two, who were cracking up with giggles, suddenly straightened up at the question and replied they did, then they turned to get the band aids from the drawer behind the counter.

Rosemary wanted to do it herself. However, seeing how adeptly Maxwell took the band aid, opened the packaging, and applied it to her wound gave rise to a tangle of feelings in her heart, “You’re pretty skilled, have been doing your homework, huh?”

Aside from her, the only other woman close to him was Victoria. There was no doubt who taught him those skills.

Rosemary could swear, she was just speaking her mind, without any sarcasm.

Maxwell helped her put on the socks in a straightforward manner, his movements far from delicate, “If you had some product knowledge, you wouldn’t be sniping like this here.”

Maxwell changed out of the green embroidered suit Rosemary had purposely chosen to tease him. He bought another outfit in his usual style. He then took out some cash from his wallet and handed it to the sales assistant who had helped with the shoes, as a tip.

As Rosemary was about to get up, Maxwell naturally bent down and scooped her up in his arms.

The elevator was right next to them. The man carried her all the way to the basement floor, then called Jason to drive over to pick them up.

While waiting, Maxwell suddenly said, “I haven’t.”

Rosemary was all question marks, “Haven’t what?”