Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 141

This tone.

If Rosemary wasn’t mistaken, this was the first time they had met, wasn’t it? They don’t even know each other’s names yet. There was no prior bad blood or recent resentment between them. But this woman was acting all high and mighty, dismissive and disdainful. What’s wrong with her?

Hogan might be a rough guy with only a handful of women he’d interacted with over the years, but he can still sense the obvious rudeness.

Frowning, he was about to speak when Rosemary raised an eyebrow, “What?”

Molly had intended to hint subtly at the truth. But since Rosemary’s asking for it, Molly wouldn’t hold back, “Does Hogan know that you’re married?”

Whoops, there goes the show, with the lead actor tumbling off the horse right at the start.

Rosemary turned to Hogan, who had his brow furrowed so tight he could squish a fly. She meant for him to explain for himself. Though Molly’s words are harsh, they’re somewhat understandable.

If it were her friend pursuing a married person, Rosemary guessed she would also think the other person was deliberately deceiving, and her attitude would probably be worse than Molly’s.

Hogan was not exactly cold to Molly, but he wasn’t warm to her, either. To him, Molly’s just his sister’s BFF, and nothing more, “I know, but this is between us…”

“Bro,” Sylvia looked at her brother in disbelief. He was their handsome brother who had always been popular with women, “You actually know about this and still go along with it? This is immoral! Just wait until mom breaks your legs.”

Hogan couldn’t deal with his sister, so he just put on a stern face and shoo her away, “Off you go, Miss Talkative.”

Rosemary couldn’t help but chuckled, and Hogan gave her a look, a mix of helpless indulgence.

Rosemary didn’t see the look, but Molly did. A fleeting trace of resentment flashed in her eyes…

Hogan was hers. She had waited so many years for him, and there was no way she would let another woman have him.

Sylvia used to not be very scared of Hogan, but ever since he joined the military, whenever he showed a stern face, she felt herself like a mouse facing a cat. Seeing him genuinely mad, she quickly dragged Molly out of there.

Once they’re out of the café, she started nagging Molly, “My brother’s just playacting with that woman. Molly, you should confess your feelings to my brother soon! I’ve been waiting for you to become my sister-in-law for ages.”

Molly forced a smile, “We’ll see, I don’t want to pressure Hogan.”

Only someone as naïve and innocent girl as Sylvia couldn’t see the possessiveness in a man’s eyes. Hogan liked that woman, even if she was married.

Back in the café, Rosemary stirred the undissolved sugar in her cup, “If you don’t like her, you should be clear with her. Putting on this act is just hurtful.”

She remembered how she felt in front of Maxwell and couldn’t help but feel a sense of sympathy for Molly.

“She never said she liked me. Each time she looks at me, there’s always a trace of girlish shyness,” Hogan said helplessly, “I can’t just outright tell someone not to like me because of that, and that I have no feelings for her, right?”

It was improper for an outsider to comment on their relationship; Rosemary just kept her mouth shut.

Halfway through their coffee, the curtain was lifted again.

Before they could look up, they heard the new arrival instructing the bodyguard at the door, “Tell the waiter to add a chair.”