Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 146

Martin wasn't the type to take the blame lightly. He may have appeared gentle, but deep down, he was quite detached, making it hard for anyone to truly reach his heart. Yet now, a mix of rage, a twinge of heartache, and regret surged within him. "So you were sober that night?"

Maxwell nodded, "Yes."

He was indeed sober. He knew perfectly well that Rosemary had followed him obediently, mistaking him for Martin. Even their subsequent intimacy was something he had forced.

Without another word, Martin swung his fist towards Maxwell's face. He might not have been one for brawls, but he had been trained from a young age.

After all, with their kind of background, there were always enemies or people looking for shortcuts eyeing them.

The punch Martin threw packed a serious punch.

Maxwell stepped back, raising his arm to block while simultaneously aiming a kick at Martin's knee.

The hospital room was small and not soundproof, so as soon as they started scuffling, the commotion was heard outside.

Rosemary hadn't gone downstairs. Seeing Martin's dark expression when he came in, she feared something might happen and stayed close by, overhearing their conversation.

She hurried in through the door just in time to see Maxwell landing a punch on Martin's shoulder.

It had been aimed at his face, but Martin dodged it.

"Martin…" Rosemary quickly walked over, pulling the wincing Martin aside, and turned to glare at Maxwell: "What the hell, did a dog bite you or something?"

"Get out of the way."

The weather was gloomy, making the room's lighting poor, so even during the day, the lights were on. The pallid glow of incandescent bulbs cast an eerie shadow over Maxwell's face, outlining an ominous aura.

Rosemary had her hair up in a bun today, revealing a face only as big as a man's palm. Her light outfit made her look non-threatening, almost like she would be easy to push around.

But now, she stood in front of Maxwell, protective as a hen with her chick, keeping Martin behind her.

"Enough, Maxwell!" Rosemary closed her eyes momentarily. This man was seriously pushing her limits over and over to the point where she didn't even want to argue anymore.

She turned to look at Martin, but only glanced at him briefly before quickly looking down: "Let's go."

She didn't want anyone to see her in such a mess, nor did she want to catch any pitying stares.

Martin gave her a deep, complex look, his gaze tangled with a whirlwind of emotions.

Maxwell, with a pale and indifferent look in his eyes, had no doubt that if he wasn’t there, Martin would've already proposed to Rosemary on the spot. He smirked coldly and sarcastically: "So you're just going to hide behind a woman and let her protect you?"

Martin might not like to fight, and he never thought it solved anything, but at his core, he was a proud and haughty man who couldn't stand being provoked.

Martin took a step forward: "I've been wanting to punch you for a while now."

Maxwell let out a cold laugh: "Good, because I've been feeling the same."

Just as the two men looked ready to go at it again, Rosemary frowned and grabbed Martin. "Why bother with a nutjob? If a dog bites you, you're not gonna bite back, are you?"

Her tone wasn't angry, just full of disdain, as if she were looking at something too pitiful to bear, something disgustingly sickening.

Maxwell half-smiled: "So you were just outside the door the whole time?"

Otherwise, she couldn't have come in so quickly. The moment he and Martin started fighting, she pushed the door open.

Rosemary replied, "Yes."

There was no point in hiding it, and it couldn't be hidden anyway. A quick check at the security office would reveal everything.

"You don't have a single question?"