Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 123

Maxwell let go of Rosemary, who was glaring at him with a furious look, the clear love bite marks on her neck from his unrestrained passion still visible.

If she had a knife in her hand right now, she'd probably be hacking at him without a second thought. Did she look even slightly scared? Not at all!

Maxwell didn't bite, his gaze landing on Martin's hand. He had used his fingerprint to unlock the door just now.

For the scions of wealthy families, emotional intelligence was a basic course, and the first lesson of EQ was reading the room. So even though Maxwell didn't say a word, Martin got the hint right away.

"Sorry, it was urgent before; didn't have time to delete it."

It was indeed a faux pas on his part; Martin opened the door and fiddled with the touchscreen for a bit, erasing his fingerprint from the system.

Maxwell was distant, not even bothering to toss out a courtesy invite to come in and sit, just standing at the entrance with a look that screamed “time to leave”, “What's up? It's late.”

"Just passing by, heard from the security downstairs that something went down last night; thought I’d check it out."

The truth was the security guard had phoned him that morning, spilling the beans on all the drama from last night.

"Where were you headed that brought you straight through River Manor?"

The two men locked eyes in mid-air, Martin's face the picture of innocence, not a hint of guilt even if he was lying, creating a palpable tension as if swords were drawn.

Martin dropped a location that was indeed on the way.

Rosemary pointed to the hallway outside and coldly told Maxwell, “Get out!”

“Rosemary,” Maxwell called her name, his handsome face showing no emotion, hard to read but the warning was crystal clear.

Rosemary's voice suddenly spiked, her emotions raw, eyes red-rimmed, not caring about tearing down the facade in front of a stranger, laying bare her crumbling marriage, “Get out, I said go!”

Maxwell's expression turned icy, his brows knitting tightly, his hand reaching out to grab Rosemary.

Rosemary stood her ground, either too furious to react or unsure of his intentions, but Maxwell's hand never made contact with her - it was intercepted by Martin mid-way.

“How about we go grab a drink?”

“Martin,” Maxwell's eyes narrowed, his tone icy, “you're overstepping.”

Despite his usually gentle demeanor, Martin didn't back down an inch from Maxwell's imposing presence, “I'm not trying to meddle in your marital issues, but if you stay here tonight, you're only going to make things worse, not better.”

“Maxwell, she doesn't want to see you right now.”

Not just now, Rosemary never wanted to lay eyes on him again in her life!

The room fell into an eerie silence. After a standoff, Maxwell ended up leaving with Martin.

Jason had driven off, and Maxwell got into Martin's car. Martin's voice was cool, that innate refinement that had been ingrained since he was twelve or thirteen was, for the moment, stripped away, “Where to? Night Club?”

“Yeah,” Maxwell closed his eyes feigning sleep, clearly not in the mood for a chat.

But Martin didn't let the earlier conversation drop; he uttered, “You can tell, Rosemary's dead set on divorcing you.”