Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 26

Rosemary had never pondered that question; she just knew that even if she had to return to Meadowlark Retreat now, she wouldn't be caught dead sharing a ride with him!

She took a cab to Meadowlark Retreat herself, and whether by design or accident, they arrived almost back-to-back.

Rosemary ignored him, just huffed and headed straight for the steps. When Sandy saw her return, she beamed, "Mrs. Templeton, you're finally back! Mr. Templeton has been in a foul mood these past few days without you. I've been walking on eggshells, not even daring to make a peep while cleaning."

Rosemary was easygoing, and since she had personally hired Sandy, the latter felt more at ease around her and rattled on, "What couple doesn't squabble now and then? Don't let the sun go down on your anger. Mr. Templeton cares about you."

Rosemary didn't want to hear any praise about Maxwell and offhandedly shot back a question, "Sandy, does your husband eat what you order for him?"

Caught off guard by the sudden question, Sandy answered honestly, "Oh yeah, my man isn't picky at all; he'll eat whatever I get him. He's not one to turn down a meal I've made."

Rosemary changed her shoes and walked inside, her tone cool, "But my husband never eats what I order, let alone anything I cook."

Sandy was suddenly at a loss for words, casting a glance at the man standing at the door, his face stormy, lips tightly pressed, an icy aura surrounding him that was quite intimidating.

Rosemary went straight upstairs, opening the bedroom door to be greeted by a familiar scent. Maxwell probably hadn't stayed here while she was gone. The room was exactly as she had left it; even the little trinkets she'd put on the nightstand were still there.

Just back to pack up, Rosemary wasn't prepared for much; there were only two suitcases that were around 22 inches at home, and even stuffed to the brim, they wouldn't hold a quarter of the clothes from the walk-in closet.

She had taken what she had purchased before, leaving behind only the gifts from Maxwell - the latest seasonal fashions from top luxury brands, the kind of stuff ordinary folks would kill for, enough to wear a different piece every day for two years without repeating.

In the three years of their marriage, aside from not liking her, Maxwell hadn't shortchanged her materially, leading her to occasionally delude herself into thinking maybe he did have feelings for her.

Maxwell walked in just in time to see Rosemary squatting on the floor, frantically stuffing things into a suitcase. He felt an inexplicable restlessness, and his face grew darker, "All this fuss just because I didn't eat what you ordered? Is it really worth kicking up such a stink over something so trivial?"

Rosemary slammed the clothes she was holding into the suitcase, stood up, and faced him, "You think it's trivial?"

Maxwell frowned at that, his impatience clear, "I thought we had an unspoken agreement about how things were."

Having her work at the Templeton Group as his life assistant was Pearl's idea. He had arranged it, but that didn't mean he had to eat the meals she ordered. He had even told her she could request a transfer to another department anytime she wanted.

But Rosemary didn't want to. Since she lacked ambition and was content with a cushy, do-nothing job, he had nothing else to say - he just treated her like a freeloader.