Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 30

He was bringing up Martin again!

"Can we not drag unrelated people into our business? Seriously."

"When you mentioned Victoria, you didn't seem to have that kind of awareness."

Rosemary smirked sarcastically, "Oh, she's unrelated?"

Maxwell didn't say a word, but his look clearly screamed that she was being unreasonable.

"An unrelated person flashing your supplementary card around, dropping hundreds of thousands in one go? Really?"

Maxwell's supplementary card had no spending limit. How could just anyone get their hands on that sort of privilege?

Frowning, he asked, "Who told you that?"

"Your little sweetheart spilled the beans."

The term “little sweetheart” tightened Maxwell's frown as he gripped her chin with his long fingers, sizing her up as if she were an item for sale, "How have you managed to survive this long with such a birdbrain?"

"Maxwell!"

Before Rosemary could retort, the waiter started bringing dishes to the table one after another. She shook off his hand, maintaining a safe distance between them.

Pearl had even specially selected a bottle of fine wine for the couple. Rosemary didn't touch the wine, and just quietly ate her meal with her head down, staying silent the entire time.

Midway through the meal, Maxwell's phone rang, lighting up the table with the caller ID “Victoria” flashing on the screen. In front of the spread, Rosemary, catching a glimpse of the name, suddenly lost her appetite and began to aimlessly poke at the food on her plate.

After a glance at his phone, Maxwell put down his utensils, picked up the device, leaned back against the soft chair, and answered, "What's up?"

Seconds later, his expression darkened visibly, "Got it."

He stood up and said to Rosemary, "Something's come up with Victoria. I need to check it out."

Rosemary had expected this. His tone didn't faze her; wasn't he always leaving her behind after a call from Victoria?

She was used to it. Besides, she was so over him. If he couldn't let go, why wouldn't he just divorce her? Why not just stick by Victoria's side openly?

Their table was by the window, and through the glass, Rosemary watched him bend down to get into his car.

"Rosemary?" Just then, a familiar voice sounded above her.

Looking up, Rosemary was momentarily taken aback upon seeing Martin standing before her. She quickly regained her composure, "What a coincidence, you're here for dinner?"

They weren't on bad terms; otherwise, she wouldn't have thought of him first when she needed help.

Asking for help was a favor; there was no obligation. She wasn't petty enough to hold a grudge against Martin just because he had once refused her.