Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 11

The bustling seafood joint was thick with the scent of life and cooking.

Rosemary's slightly curly hair was pulled up into a simple bun with a clip. As she looked down, stray locks fell and covered her profile, making her fair skin stand out even more against her hair.

She pointed at the menu, turned her head, and muttered something to the guy next to her. He nodded, and Rosemary cracked a smile, reaching out to flag down a waiter.

Archer raised an eyebrow, "Looks like your wife is having the time of her life without you, huh?"

Maxwell didn't say a word and just turned to leave the private room.

Back in the seafood joint, Hans was chugging a beer, still in disbelief, "Are you really Rose? The Rose who restored that severely damaged porcelain vase?"

Rosemary was speechless. Hans had asked her the same question over and over again on their way there, and by now, she didn't even know how to respond anymore.

Oswald kicked him under the table, "Ease up on the booze. Rose, don't mind him."

Rosemary obediently replied, "Okay."

"Food's up; careful, it's hot!" The waiter announced, bringing over a plate of steamed clams with minced garlic. Just as Rosemary picked up her utensils, her phone rang.

She put down her utensils and fished out her phone from her bag. Her finger was about to slide the answer button when she saw Maxwell's name on the screen. She paused, didn't answer, and eventually put the phone on silent mode and back on the table.

The phone rang twice and then stopped. Rosemary wasn't surprised; Maxwell was never the patient type. In the past, if she was a tad slow to answer, he'd hang up.

But what was different this time was that shortly after the call ended, a message popped up.

She tapped on it and was taken aback the next second - it was from Maxwell, just some blunt words, "Come over here."

Rosemary frowned, her gaze inadvertently sweeping around, finally resting on the black Bentley at the entrance of the opposite five-star hotel.

Maxwell's car was custom-made; she could recognize it at a glance. Rosemary ignored it and continued with her meal, yet clearly distracted.

Hans thought she was being shy because she wasn't eating much, so he helped her out by putting some shrimp in her bowl, "Don't be so formal. The folks at Heritage Revive Studio are chill. Just treat us like friends. And if you ever need to take a day off, Oswald won't stop you for a second. He'd be glad to see the back of us."

It was tough to keep people in their line of work. Casting aside promotions, just finding a boyfriend was a nightmare when they were dealing with dead things all day long. After a hard day's work, there was barely any time left.

Few young people could endure the hardship and loneliness, so Oswald tried to make concessions whenever he could, just to keep people around. They were pretty laid-back with the rules.

Rosemary smiled, "Thanks."

She was about to dig into the shrimp when another message from Maxwell popped up, "Shall I come there, or will you come over?"

Even through the screen, she could feel his simmering anger and displeasure.

She knew Maxwell's temper all too well. She quickly finished the shrimp Hans had served her, put down her utensils, and apologized, "Sorry Oswald, I've got an emergency to deal with. My Uber's here, and the driver keeps rushing me. I need to go."

Oswald was easy-going, "Sure, go ahead. I'm about to head out myself. Can't keep up with you young folks anymore."

Rosemary apologized to the others and then picked up her bag and made a beeline for the Bentley. She got into the passenger seat with urgency, "Let's go."