Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 126

Seeing Victoria show up at the door and thinking back to what Rosemary had said, it wasn't rocket science to figure out what was going on.

Maxwell narrowed his eyes, a chill in his gaze. He didn't fly off the handle, but she could feel his anger loud and clear. The grip on Rosemary's hand kept tightening - it was practically brute force, "Did you call her here?"

Pain shot through Rosemary's arm, spreading all over. She couldn't help but hiss in pain, and before she could wiggle free, Maxwell let go.

He looked down, his eyes falling on her reddened wrist, "Sorry, I didn't realize my own strength there."

Although Maxwell was all Mister Nice Guy now, even apologizing after hurting her - which sounded way more sincere than that half-hearted sorry at the studio door - Rosemary instinctively kept her distance.

Because he was giving off major yandere vibes, like those sickos in dramas. Slapped a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on him and he would practically be a textbook creepy psycho.

"Since you brought her here, you can be the one to send her packing."

Rosemary had called Victoria over because she was dead sure Maxwell wouldn't let her off the hook easily. Like she'd really listen to him and shoo her away?

"Rosemary," Victoria cut in, interrupting their little bubble.

She was pale as a ghost, her slender frame trembling, looking utterly humiliated and furious, "I haven't been in touch with Maxwell for ages. You didn't have to humiliate me like this."

She turned to the cool and collected Maxwell with a scornful chuckle, "Even if I was shameless, I wouldn't cling to a man who doesn't like me and become a nuisance."

Maxwell's face turned stormy in a flash, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes on Victoria icy and full of warning.

Rosemary watched the whole thing, thinking, here we went again - another pair of drama queens playing the “guess how I feel” game. And she was clearly being used as a pawn to make someone jealous.

What a mess! What on earth did she do in her past life to deserve bumping into these two nutcases?

With a sigh, Rosemary said, "Why don't you come in, and I'll give you both some advice?"

Like, seriously, what was the big hurdle here? Dating shouldn't be this exhausting. Anyone would think there was some deep family feud going on.

Victoria, "No need."

Maxwell, "Get out."

They both spoke at once, one with a bitter laugh, the other seething.

Victoria's eyes brimmed with tears as she turned on her heel and walked away. After a couple of steps, she turned back, "Since I'm here, let me clarify. The invitation thing was my agent's idea. I've been thinking about getting into showbiz, and she wanted to create some buzz for me. It was all a misunderstanding. I've given her an earful. It won't happen again. Sorry."

And with that, she left without looking back.

Rosemary also wanted to leave, but before she could, Maxwell caught on. His face clouded over as he threatened, "Have dinner with me, and I'll take you home. Make a scene, and you're welcome to spend the night here."

Rosemary looked at Maxwell striding towards the dining room, her sympathy overflowing for a moment. He was pitiful, really - loaded, powerful, handsome, and pining for someone as prickly as Victoria. It was a classic case of love hurts.

"Can you even stomach food with me around? Need me ask her to come back for you?"