Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 144

Yolanda was all for it. She had a few choice words she wanted to throw out there, but since Martin was still around, it didn't seem right to diss his bro face to face. So, she bit her tongue and handed over the goodies to Rosemary, "My mom picked these up for you on her trip. Some snacks – didn't want them to go bad, so she told me to hustle and get 'em to you ASAP."

"Tell your mom thanks a bunch for me."

"Oh, and what about that vase from last time? My boss is on my case about it. They’re jet-setting out of the country and are wondering if they can get it earlier."

Rosemary replied, "All done. I'll head back now and grab it for you."

It was Yolanda who had snagged that order, so she could do the hand-off.

Yolanda was about to say she had her own set of keys to Rosemary’s place and could just pick it up herself, but seeing Rosemary itching to get out of there, she swallowed her words.

She wasn't looking to fetch the vase; it was clear as day she wanted to give Maxwell the slip.

Martin chuckled softly, probably reading her mind, "Go handle your biz. I'll babysit Maxwell for a bit."

The dude’s fit as a fiddle; he doesn’t need a babysitter.

But Rosemary thought better of voicing that thought. Better someone keeps an eye on him or he'll start stirring the pot again.

"Thanks, I'll be back before you know it. He's in bed 507."

She's still rocking the Mrs. Templeton title, and since the whole mess started with her, and even though Martin and Maxwell are tight, Martin’s not obliged to play nursemaid. So she owed him at least a token thanks.

Martin smirked, "No sweat, get going."

The moment Maxwell stepped out of the elevator, he caught sight of the two of them sharing a laugh in the living room. He couldn’t remember the last time Rosemary had flashed that kind of radiant smile at him. Thinking back, all he got from her were icy smirks or snarky digs.

Just moments ago in his hospital room, she was as prickly as a porcupine, seemingly ready to skewer him, but now she was grinning like the cat that got the cream at her white knight.

His stare was so intense, Martin felt it instantly and turned to see Maxwell storming over with a thunderous expression.

"Maxwell, you..."

Before Martin could finish, Maxwell brushed past him and yanked Rosemary into his arms.

She barely had time to react – mostly because he was so quick, zipping from the elevator to them in a blink.

Her nose slammed into his rock-hard chest, the pain almost bringing tears to her eyes on the spot.

She didn’t know how it felt when Maxwell got hit the day before, but right now, it was a mix of sore and achy!

Martin frowned at Maxwell’s rough move, seeing the pain written all over Rosemary’s face.

Instinctively, he reached out to pull her away, but Maxwell squashed his hand with a warning grip.

Maxwell stood there, radiating a chilly aloofness, his jaw clenched, his eyes cold as ice picks, mercilessly drilling into your soul.