Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 37

Maxwell glared at Rosemary's icy mug, utterly pissed off. She sure had some nerve threatening him like that. But before he could even say a peep, she turned on her heels and strutted off.

At the self-checkout, Rosemary bent over to pick stuff out of the cart and place it on the counter, one by one. Maxwell stood by with his nose in the air, acting all high and mighty, not lifting a finger to help.

Rosemary couldn't care less about him. Scanning items wasn't exactly backbreaking work. She only shot him a glance when paying, and that was when she caught him eyeing the condoms on the shelf next to them.

She spat out one word with a frosty voice, "Creep."

Maxwell wasn't thinking anything dirty, not at that moment anyway. His gaze just happened to wander there.

"Creep?" He looked at her with a smirk that was half laugh, half sneer, "If getting curious about those things makes someone a creep, then who's the bigger creep here? I just took a glance, but someone actually bought a whole bunch and stocked up at home."

His words had heads turning their way from all around the checkout lines. Rosemary's face flushed crimson in an instant. She was more than just embarrassed; she was livid.

It was a moment from her past that she wished she could erase, a constant reminder of how cheap she felt when she delivered the goods only to be told to have some self-respect!

Because of this, Rosemary sat herself in the backseat on the ride home, and the moment the car stopped, she grabbed the groceries and bee-lined it to the kitchen.

Cooking was a piece of cake for her, but with her mood soured, the flavors were bound to be half-assed.

Maxwell, seeing only one set of utensils on the table, raised an eyebrow and asked, "You're not eating?"

Rosemary's reply dripped with sarcasm, "After feasting your eyes, what's left to eat?"

Instead of getting mad like she expected, Maxwell pulled out a chair and sat down, ordering, "Go get another set of utensils."

Rosemary frowned, totally annoyed, "I'm not hungry. Just eat up and let's get down to brass tacks."

"You expect me to believe you didn't poison the food?"

Poisoning him would be such a hassle. She'd rather twist his head off right now with her bare hands!

In the end, Rosemary stormed into the kitchen and got the utensils, taste-testing each dish in front of him, "Your Majesty, are you satisfied now? Can you eat in peace?"

Maxwell finally started eating, calm and collected. Annoying as he was, the guy had got grace, almost like he was acting in a movie.

Rosemary really wasn't hungry before, but once the food hit her stomach, she realized she was actually starving and ended up eating a bit.

Maybe the food didn't taste great because Maxwell stopped eating after a few bites. Seeing that, Rosemary put down her utensils too.

"What's it gonna take for you to cut Yolanda some slack?"

Maxwell shot her a glance but asked something else, "You really want a divorce that bad?"

Rosemary didn't see that coming, but she didn't hesitate about divorce, "Yeah."