Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 132

For the following days, Rosemary hadn't seen those guys around the apartment again. She realized she had been overthinking that night and quickly put it out of her mind.

The show had just finished filming and hadn't aired yet. Even if someone was plotting against her, now wasn't the time.

That day, right after pulling an extra shift, Rosemary got a call from Hogan. He started off with a tone of resentment, "If I don't reach out to you, would you just act like I don't exist?"

They hadn't been in touch since their hospital farewell. He'd been swamped and hadn't had a chance to catch up. Only later did he realize this heartless woman hadn't even bothered to drop him a single message.

A grown man sounding like a nagging woman, Rosemary couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How's your injury? Did you get it dressed like the doctor told you?"

The man grunted, "If I waited for you to ask, grass would be growing two meters high on my grave."

Rosemary was packing up her stuff and didn't bite. After waiting for about a few seconds, Hogan complained, "Back in school, you might not have been chatty, but at least you were a hot-blooded youth with a heart of gold. How come you've become so lifeless over the years, like a clam?"

"Did you call just to whine about me?"

"Of course not, I'm asking you out for a midnight snack." Hogan said lazily, "Come down, I'm outside your building."

"I'm at the studio, not home."

"At this late hour?" Hogan glanced at his watch; it was already past eight. He had come straight here after wrapping up his stuff, intending to ask her out for dinner, "Hang on, Yolanda said your workplace was at home. Where's the studio? I'll come pick you up."

Rosemary paused, realizing she hadn't gotten around to telling Yolanda that she was back working at Heritage Revive Studio.

"No need, I drove here. There's not much around this area, so just send me the location when you've decided where, and I'll head straight there."

"Alright then."

Hanging up, Rosemary finished tidying her workbench, checked the water and electricity to make sure everything was off, and then took her keys and left.

Came winter, the streets were deserted at night, and the studio's location, away from any shopping district, made it even quieter.

After locking up, Rosemary hurried to the parking lot. When she saw her car, her steps halted. With few cars around, the group of people by her car stood out starkly, sitting or standing, their blonde hair particularly eye-catching in the dark.