Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 145

Martin frowned and shook his head, "Sorry, I had no idea Rosemary came looking for me that night. Maybe the waiter took the money and didn't follow through."

After all, Rosemary was easily taken advantage of back then.

But no matter what Martin said, Yolanda wasn't buying it. She was convinced he was lying. "If it wasn't for that unique, custom watch of yours, Rosemary wouldn't have mistaken you for Maxwell and..."

Ended up in bed with him, leading to a forced marriage.

Rosemary had said she was very nervous that night, drank a little too much while waiting, and got completely drunk. She was slumped over the table, half-asleep, when someone helped her up. She didn't get a good look at the man's face, only saw the watch on his wrist.

Since Martin had boasted about his watch being a custom piece, the only one in the world, and given that she had tipped the waiter to pass a message to Martin, Rosemary's first reaction was that it had to be Martin.

Plus, the guy smelled just like him.

She followed him without much resistance, trying to see his face along the way, but she was too dazed to see clearly, only making out his smooth jawline, which seemed like Martin's.

She asked him about getting married, and the man even grunted a "Hmm" in response.

Rosemary thought he had agreed.

"A watch?" Martin was wearing that very watch today. He rolled up his sleeve, "This one?"

That watch had actually been a gift from Maxwell later on. His original one—what a coincidence—had gone missing on the very night of that nightclub party years ago.

Although the watch was expensive, it wasn't a big deal to them; it was just a lost item.

Had Maxwell not mentioned it at the welcome party and given him a new one, he would have totally forgotten about it.

Yolanda, in a bad mood, said sarcastically, "What, do you have a bunch of custom watches or something?"

"Sorry, I need to go." Martin's face had turned completely stormy as he quickly excused himself and headed for the elevator...

Room 507.

Maxwell, glaring at Rosemary who had been sitting on a stool and ignoring him ever since she walked in, had a frosty expression and an even frostier tone, "What's the matter? Upset that I'm interrupting your little heart-to-heart with your white knight?"

"..."

"Would you have run off with him if I hadn't come downstairs?"

"..."