Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 131

Maxwell and an animal, this was like a lose-lose situation; no matter how she answered, she was walking into a trap.

Thankfully, Maxwell wasn't the type to sweat the small stuff anymore. Seeing that Rosemary wasn't keen on chatting about it, he didn't bug her further.

He shut the car door, walked around to the driver's side, and hopped in.

The vibe inside the car was definitely off. The guy was stone-faced, looking straight ahead like a "keep out" sign was plastered on his forehead. Rosemary started playing mute too, not poking the bear by saying she didn't want his ride.

She had just downed a honey water back at the villa and was feeling a bit thirsty. So she grabbed an unopened bottle of mineral water from the glove compartment and was about to open it when she caught Maxwell's glance.

Rosemary paused, lifted the water bottle, and turned to ask, "Want some?"

Maxwell just snorted, and whatever that meant was anyone's guess. Rosemary rolled her eyes at him, unscrewed the cap, and brought the bottle to her lips. But the dude's gaze was so intense that it was hard to ignore.

She handed him the bottle, "Here."

But Maxwell dodged it, "What's this? You nagging my skills and now trying to make nice?"

She couldn't help but be impressed by the guy's mental gymnastics. But it could be understood though; coming from the high-and-mighty Templeton family, Maxwell had been surrounded by ulterior motives since he was a kid.

Rosemary gave up on him, tilted her head back, and took a big gulp. The icy water slid down her throat to her stomach, sending a shiver through her.

"Fine, my bad. The nob’s undeserving of sympathy, so let it all go to hell."

At the apartment building, as soon as the car stopped, Rosemary bolted out, quick as if she was being chased by some natural disaster.

The winter night was dead quiet, with only the howling wind rustling the leaves. Engulfed by the mist, the streetlights which were not bright to begin with became even dimmer. All she could see were a few scattered pedestrians hurrying by and the security guard on duty.

Rosemary lived in the innermost building. The biting wind felt like it was slicing her skin, and she huddled deeper into her clothes, burying her chin into her scarf.

In the still night air, a mess of footsteps and raunchy jokes reached Rosemary's ears. She looked up to see a few blonde dudes emerge from the dark, dressed like trouble and spewing filth - clearly up to no good.

The path was wide. Rosemary stuck to the right, and they were on the left. They should've been ships passing in the night, but as the gap closed, she noticed them edging her way.

She looked up and locked eyes with one of them, who flashed a tobacco-stained grin. She didn't know the guy, but the malice in his gaze was enough to send a chill down her spine.

Rosemary glanced toward the entrance where the security guard, presumably cold, was sitting in the booth.

At that moment, Maxwell had just finished a cigarette. Once the smell cleared from his car, he prepared to leave. He glanced in the right-side mirror; something shiny caught his eye from the passenger seat.

He looked closer. It was a metallic charm, wedged between the seat and the glove compartment.

Rosemary must've left in a hurry and didn't notice it fell or got torn off.

Maxwell picked it up, and sure enough, the chain was broken. Frowning, he fiddled with it for a moment before stepping out of the car and heading into the apartment complex.

He brushed past a gang of rowdy, shabby-looking young men. Their unsavory talk made Maxwell's expression chill a bit more.

Not far ahead, he spotted Rosemary standing by the roadside. He approached with a frown, "What's up?"