Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 111

As Maxwell leaned in, Rosemary snapped back to reality, her refocused gaze landing on the man’s handsome lips. Instinctively, she tried to lean back, but before she could make a move, she was pulled into an embrace, his arms wrapping around her waist. “Ten minutes.”

Resting her cheek on her hand, Rosemary watched him lost in thought.

The scent of the man was all too familiar to her. Even without any intimate contact, they had been practically inseparable for three years. Rosemary found herself pressed against his chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring in her ear.

Beyond that, the world was dead silent.

At that moment, Rosemary could not find it in herself to push him away. The draining argument they had just come out of must have exhausted her both physically and emotionally.

She relaxed into him, letting her full weight rest against Maxwell, “He used to treat me like this too.”

It was probably due to the immense passage of time that she had to recall the details at a slow pace. Rosemary spoke slowly, but Maxwell didn’t interrupt her, not even a hint of impatience showed on his face.

If the senior executives at the Templeton Group, who were recently berated, saw this, they might think they’d seen a ghost in broad daylight!

“Back in elementary school, I was framed by a classmate for stealing his stuff. We argued, and he pushed me down, and I hit the back of my head on the corner of a desk. It ended up with the teachers, and the parents were called. He brought his parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents—a whole crowd of over twenty people stuffed into the teacher’s office. He stood up for me all on his own, beating up the classmate who accused me and still wouldn’t admit his wrongdoing. He even scratched the boy’s face up.”

Thinking back, she couldn’t recall the specifics anymore. What stood out in her memory was him punishing her for the sake of Stacey over and over.

Maxwell kept silent but patted her head gently.

Looking down, he could see the woman’s pale, delicate skin and her rosy lips. She looked so tame and docile now, significantly more lovable than the usual, fierce, bristling self.

Which made someone want to kiss her.

But that thought just flashed through his mind; he wasn’t that desperate.

When the ten minutes were up, Rosemary flipped her mood, pushing him away and rubbing her growling stomach, “Why hasn’t the food arrived yet? I’m starving.”

Maxwell let out a cold chuckle, “I’m surprised you didn’t starve to death.”

It wasn’t long before the waiter started serving the dishes, the table filled to the brim.

In the end, Rosemary who claimed she had no appetite ate more than anyone. Maxwell, who had insisted on eating, barely touched his food after a few bites.

Having eaten and drunk her fill, Rosemary soon grew drowsy. Sitting in the car with the heater at just the right temperature, she quickly dozed off, leaning over to the window. As the car bumped along, her head knocked against the glass with thud noises.

Maxwell closed his eyes for a moment. After a moment of patience, he reached out and pulled her to lean against his shoulder.

Her soft body against him stirred up the urge he had suppressed in the restaurant. He looked down at her for a moment and finally lowered his head, planting a kiss on her lips, now even more tender and flushed from the warmth.

The kiss made him lose control. If it weren’t for his reason reminding him that they were in a car, and Jason was there, he might have crossed the line.

Maxwell let go of Rosemary, turned his head towards the window, and half-closed his eyes to quell the urge of desire.