Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 119

Facing Rosemary's questioning, the bodyguard didn't even bat an eyelid, still sporting that icy professional demeanor, "We were ordered to protect you."

To protect her? Rosemary wasn't buying that Maxwell was suddenly playing the good Samaritan!

"I don't need anybody's protection. Go back to where you came from and stop loitering at my doorstep."

Just as she was talking, she spotted neighbors peeking out their doors in their direction. But the bodyguard stood his ground, his tone as emotionless as a parrot repeating phrases, "Mr. Templeton said if you don't want us here, he could come in person."

Great, there went her appetite - poof, vanished in thin air! She slammed the door shut with such force that the walls trembled.

Digging out her phone from her purse, Rosemary called Maxwell. The moment he picked up, she unleashed a torrent of fury at him, "Maxwell, call off your people!"

"They're there to keep you safe," the voice on the other end sounded husky as if he had just woken up.

Grinding her teeth, Rosemary retorted, "Not necessary."

"The trending topic this morning made you recognizable. You might attract some unsavory attention; where you live isn't safe."

Maxwell shouldn't have brought that up - it only fueled Rosemary's anger, "You weren't so concerned when you leaked those photos of us leaving the hotel to the media."

Back then, she was cyberbullied to the point where she couldn't even step outside, and while dodging debt collectors, she didn't even have a single voice in the online army to defend her, let alone a bodyguard.

After a few seconds of silence, the man's voice turned dark, "Who told you that?"

With a hint of mockery in her voice, Rosemary said, "Your little sweetheart, of course."

With so many eyes on them last night, Maxwell could cover up everything for his sweetheart. Otherwise, just the fact that Victoria used Maxwell's invite to attend the auction could have been enough for netizens to rip her to shreds and nail her to the pillar of shame as a mistress!

A suppressed, low chuckle came through the phone. After a while, Maxwell said, "The bodyguard issue is non-negotiable unless you want me to move in and personally keep an eye on you."

Rosemary's mind was reeling with rage, "Maxwell, can't you man up and stop clinging to me shamelessly? You could have buried last night's news, but instead, you've made it common knowledge. Are you sick? I don't need protection, and I certainly don't need you to handle my dead body!"

Taking a few deep breaths to calm her oxygen-deprived dizzy head, she added, "I've got plans to go out for dinner. Get your men out of here."

"They won't stop you."

They might not stop her, but they would follow her. Imagine dining with someone, bodyguards flanking like emotionless statue guardians. Who could stay cool with that?

"Maxwell," Rosemary forced herself to stay calm, "are you jealous? You don't want me to have dinner with Hogan, so you pull this stunt to get under my skin?"

"If that's what you want to think, I can't help it."

That wasn't jealousy; it was pure sarcasm, revenge for what she had done. Fuming, she hung up and threw the phone onto the carpet ferociously!

Soon, Yolanda arrived with a suitcase turned makeup bag, changing her shoes while eyeing the men outside, "What's the deal with those two wooden statues at the door?"