Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 129

The moment Rosemary caught Maxwell's vibe and heard his snarky tone, she knew he was in the know.

Victoria didn't get what she wanted from her in the morning, stormed out for a few minutes, and came back looking a lot less sour. By the afternoon, Maxwell showed up, his every word dripping with disdain.

He was out for revenge on behalf of his sweetheart.

Rosemary had been run ragged all day, puppeteered around to do this and that, and she was beat. Just when she thought she could clock out, she had to deal with this guy nitpicking at her, and her face darkened instantly.

She slammed her phone on the table with a sharp snap. Crossing her arms, she leaned back and cut to the chase, "What's Victoria after? Getting her money back? No chance."

Maxwell's eyes darkened, "I'm here to talk about Rose; let's not drag others into this."

"Others? Victoria called you this morning, didn't she? Did she rat on me? Your whole 'pay with your body for resources' spiel from the moment you arrived, isn't it just to shame me on her behalf?"

"If she snitched, it means you did something behind my back. If you can do it, why can't others talk about it?" Maxwell closed in on her, his presence growing colder, "You’re Rose; why didn't you tell me?"

"Why should I tell you? Does your family have antiques that need my restoration skills?"

He let out a half-smile, "You know very well what I mean."

Rosemary suddenly fell silent, memories rushing back, bringing a bitter and wistful feeling. Then, she cracked a smile, "Did you ever ask me? My workshop is right next to your study, never locked, often ajar. With all those tools and broken items, anyone with eyes could see. But for three years, you've turned a blind eye."

Since she decided to divorce, she harbored no resentment. She was done with this man; what was there to resent? Talking about the past now just left some things hard to swallow.

Rosemary watched his tense face, her laugh growing wilder, "You always thought I was just some life assistant earning a pittance, and that I only got the job because your mom spoke up. Do you think so because in your heart, without you, without the Templeton family, I'm just worthless trash?"

Maxwell looked down, the dim light of the diner casting shadows over his eyes and concealing his emotions.

He remained silent to her questions. She didn't know if it was guilt gnawing at him or if he simply couldn't fathom why she was so resentful.

"After leaving the Templeton Group, you had Christ investigate me. He told you I was a janitor at Heritage Revive Studio, and you really believed that. Why didn't you ever consider that a graduate from a top university with a golden stint at the Templeton Group would stoop to cleaning?"

All the discrepancies, being called “Rose” at the studio, restoring antique paintings in front of guests at the birthday party, there were so many things that seemed amiss; anyone giving it a bit of thought would figure it out, but Maxwell remained clueless.

Managing the vast Templeton Group so successfully, his thoughts were unfathomable. So, it could only mean one thing - he didn't care. That was why he could ignore it all so thoroughly.

As the waiter began to serve the meal, Rosemary's appetite had vanished. She grabbed her purse and stood to leave.

Maxwell finally reacted, grabbing her wrist, "Let's eat."

He paused, and then added, "Sorry."

"I can't accept that. If you really feel sorry, just sign the divorce papers, and I'll thank you morning and night."

"I haven't been good enough in the past, but divorce is off the table."

He had the nerve to say he just wasn't good enough? Rosemary rolled her eyes ferociously, "You sure know how to sugarcoat it! If we're not talking divorce, then we have nothing to discuss. Let go."

She yanked her hand away, and in the struggle, accidentally knocked over a wine bottle, drenching Maxwell.