Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 24

Rosemary hesitated for a few seconds, and then stopped herself from walking away.

Martin was a bit tipsy, the drunkenness clear in his eyes, and his shirt was more wrinkled than usual. His voice was hoarse as he murmured, "I'm really sorry about what happened back then."

Rosemary's gaze drifted momentarily, knowing exactly what he was referring to. The audio of her proposing to him.

At that time, she was up to her eyeballs in debt, scrambling for money, and the sudden exposure of that recording just threw her into an abyss of no return!

The thing people said to her the most back then was, “Ms. Chambers, since you're so bold, why not just sleep with a few more guys? A debt of ten more million is nothing you can't handle, right?”

Even three years later, those memories were crystal clear in Rosemary's mind, unforgettable.

"Back then, we were talking marriage, but at the end of the day, it was nothing more than a willing deal," Rosemary said flatly, but that didn't mean she was over it.

"You could have totally rejected me, even said I was dreaming on. You could have ridiculed me however you wanted, but why did you put that recording online? No matter how much you disliked me, that was a low blow, not something a real man would do!"

By the end, Rosemary couldn't help but get emotional. After she spilled her guts, Martin let out a laugh, "You think I leaked the audio?"

Rosemary didn't answer, but her silence was as good as a confirmation. The audio only had the two of them, and the place they spoke was a tea house Martin had chosen for its privacy.

The quality of that recording was so clear; it had to be up close and personal. Who else could it be but him?

Martin's gentle smile faded a bit, and after a moment of silence, he said sternly, "Not me."

Beyond those two words, he offered no further explanation. Whether Rosemary believed him or not was anyone's guess.

She glanced at her watch, wanting nothing more than to leave, but the party outside was in full swing and wouldn't end anytime soon.

She had arrived in Maxwell's car, and since Rosewood Villa was the only house in this area, walking out meant no chance of hailing a cab.

The terrace was spacious, so Rosemary picked a spot not too close nor too far from Martin and started mindlessly scrolling through her phone.

The silence lasted for a while until Martin broke it, "How've you been these past few years?"

Her thumb paused on the screen. She knew he was asking about her marriage to Maxwell. She forced a smile and replied nonchalantly, "Not great, should've listened to you."

Best friends knew each other, indeed.

When the news of Rosemary and Maxwell's wedding broke, Martin had warned her, "You and Maxwell aren't a good match. He’s fallen for someone else. This marriage won't make you happy."

Back then, Rosemary was desperate and didn't care about compatibility. Maxwell was her lifeline, but looking back, she had indeed rushed into things.

"Ha, listen to him?"

The cold voice that suddenly cut in made Rosemary jump. She turned to see Maxwell walking in, his aura of aristocracy failing to mask the storm brewing in his eyes, "Listen to him and end up dealing with loan sharks, sold abroad to do prostitution?"

Martin's brows knitted at the sight of him; he felt a sense of hostility from his good buddy for the first time.

"Maxwell, don't talk like that. Don't twist people's words."

Maxwell glanced at him, asking indifferently, "Aren't you busy hosting your party?"