Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 120

After zooming off from here last night, Hogan had patched himself up at the hospital, but now, staring into Rosemary's eyes, he just shook his head with a clear-cut decisiveness, "Nope."

"Take off the mask; let me see your wound."

Glancing around, Hogan noticed the hustle and bustle at the entrance of the apartment building, "Here? Maybe we should find another spot."

The two dudes behind them screamed bodyguards, Maxwell's muscle. If they caught a glimpse, wouldn't that be like letting his love rival see him through proxy?

"It's not like I'm asking you to strip. What's with all the fuss? Want me to book a hotel room for you?"

"Well, that's not entirely out of the question."

Rosemary couldn't be bothered with his nonsense and just yanked off his mask. Hogan realized what she was doing just as she reached for him and instinctively lifted his hand, only to forcefully lower it again.

The guy was rough around the edges. What if he couldn't control his strength and ended up snapping her wrist?

With the mask off, the damage on Hogan's face was out in the open, looking even more gruesome after a night's settling than it did yesterday.

Rosemary pressed her lips and after a few seconds of silence, made up her mind, "I'm taking you to the hospital."

These were just the surface wounds visible to the naked eye. If they were this bad, who knew what internal damage might be lurking. If he dragged his feet and something went wrong, it'd be too late for regrets.

Hogan wasn't thrilled, "Weren't we supposed to grab a bite? I can run and jump around just fine."

He wanted to say he was sure he was okay, but facing Rosemary's disapproving gaze, he quickly changed his tune, "Let's eat first then head to the doc. I've already made reservations."

Who'd prefer the chaos of an emergency room - where it was a free-for-all for seats and people had got to shout to talk - over a classy restaurant where they could sit back, reminisce about the old times, and dream about the future?

"You're already thinking about food over your life?" Rosemary snapped, snatching the car keys from Hogan, "You're riding shotgun."

She'd noticed him limping when he arrived earlier, "You're already a mess, and you still wanna drive? Wanna crash into a flower bed or something?"

Hogan followed behind her like a henpecked hubby, silently taking the earful.

Rosemary hopped into the driver's seat first, and when he went to open the passenger door, he saw those bodyguards trailing, even looking like they were about to open the rear doors. His face went icy in an instant, his hand pressing down on the car door.

The message was crystal clear: No way in, beat it!

Bodyguard uttered, "Mr. Abbott, we're ordered to ensure Mrs. Templeton's safety, please make way."

"You're not following my orders; why should I make it easy for you? Whoever gave the orders, go ask them for making way. The car's mine, and if I say you're not getting in, you're not getting in. Try it, and I'll call the cops on you for trying to hijack my property."

The bodyguards were at loss for words. They could force their way in if they really wanted to, but that would surely tick off Mrs. Templeton.

The two exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them, and decided to tail them in another car.

The one who wasn't driving called Maxwell, "Mr. Templeton, Mrs. Templeton's taking Mr. Abbott to the hospital."

They hadn't reached the destination yet, but they'd overheard the conversation just now.