Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 3

Rosemary heard the word "separation", her heart feeling like it was squeezed hard, a bit painful.

After they got hitched, she could count the times Maxwell returned to Meadowlark Retreat each year on her fingers - pretty much the same as living apart.-

"Anyway, there are only three months left; I don't see the point in living together."

Maxwell gazed at her for a few seconds, and then scoffed with a mocking sneer, "Whether it's necessary or not, I call the shots. Today, I had Christ cut you some slack for two hours to move your stuff back."

Rosemary's attempt to refuse was cut short by a knock on the door, with Christ reminding from outside, "Mr. Templeton, the meeting is about to start."

Maxwell did up his cufflinks again, "Get out."

Rosemary stood her ground, firm, "Maxwell, I'm not going back."

Maxwell was unfazed, "When have you not said that before?"

It wasn't their first rodeo, nor was it the first time Rosemary had moved out, but each time it didn't take long before she hauled herself back.

Right now, Rosemary knew he didn't believe her, and she couldn't be bothered to argue anymore - time would show him that this time she was really not coming back.

After leaving the office, Rosemary hit the restroom to touch up her makeup - sure enough, the spot on her chin where she'd been pinched was turning blue.

Makeup fixed, she was about to grab her resignation letter and head to HR when she heard someone call out, "Rosemary, the printer's run out of ink; hop to it, we're waiting!"

Commands like this, she heard them by the dozen every day. As Maxwell's personal assistant, she was supposed to take care of his day-to-day needs, but since he wasn't fond of her, he had Christ do everything, so gradually Rosemary became the go-to gopher.

"Rosemary, I said change the ink." Called Diana, who usually couldn't stand her sight. It was her who had just mocked Rosemary for splitting with her rich boyfriend, "Even if you're quitting, you gotta have some professional integrity, right? You haven't officially left your post!"

"My job is to follow Mr. Templeton's orders and handle his meals. What’s up? You're giving orders on behalf of Mr. Templeton now?"

Didn't be fooled by her unglamorous assistant gig; it was actually quite the hot ticket. And this one in front of her would love nothing more than to shove her aside and step into the ring herself.

But Diana looked at her like she'd seen a ghost, "Rosemary, did your brain get slammed in a door today? In charge of Mr. Templeton's meals? That takeout you order, when have you seen Mr. Templeton eat it?"

Thinking about those meals chucked in the trash, Rosemary felt a sting in her heart. The next second, a sharp pain hit her chest as Diana slapped the documents into her arms, strutting, "I need twenty copies printed by two; Assistant Chambers, you should know your place."

Rosemary frowned; hearing movement behind her, she turned to see Maxwell and Christ walking out of the office, his gaze meeting hers.

The man smirked sarcastically, his eyes and brows screaming one message: if she couldn't even handle menial tasks, what made she think she had the guts to talk about divorce?

Rosemary couldn't help but laugh in anger, right in front of Maxwell, she tossed the documents back at Diana, who was still stunned when she heard the papers scattering on the floor. Rosemary walked away, her voice came from the distance.