Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 38

Maxwell frowned, "You're overthinking it. The Templeton Group's got a big deal under discussion, and the person in charge of the other company values family harmony. If I were to get divorced at this time, it would take me more effort to secure the deal. I can't be bothered with that."

Rosemary had asked the question to needle him, but his blunt reply still twisted her heart into knots.

"We're secretly married, and very few people know about our martial relationship."

"But it's not like nobody knows. If something were to change in this regard, it would be too much of a loss."

While talking, Maxwell had already carried her upstairs. From her angle, all she could see was the man's stern jawline, as unapproachable, haughty, and irresistible as that night in the hotel bed.

Upon entering the room, she was greeted by the all-too-familiar layout.

To outsiders, this place was a luxurious villa, too posh to put a price on, but for Rosemary, it was the gilded cage where she'd spent nearly three years of her youth, every corner shadowed by her solitary figure.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, until it all morphed into resentment and rage. Rosemary turned her head, unwilling to give the room another glance, unintentionally burying her face into the man's chest.

This sudden closeness seemed to alleviate some of the irritation that had been lingering in Maxwell's heart. To him, it was clear she was softening up to him.

Her breath, warm and moist through his shirt, pressed against his skin, causing Maxwell's body to stiffen suddenly, his voice carrying a slight, unobvious hoarseness: "Stop it, you'll move back tomorrow..."

But before he could finish the sentence, Maxwell abruptly cut himself off, a pained grunt escaping his throat. He raised his voice, incredulous: "Rosemary, what are you, a dog? Why biting people!"

Rosemary released her bite, looking at the bite mark on his neck, then raised her head to look at Maxwell, her eyes still rimmed with the red of her grievances.

She struggled out of his embrace. This time the man didn't stop her, simply putting her down, though his face turned cold and sour, as if he was staring at an ungrateful stray dog!

"Maxwell, get off your high horse. If it weren't for Yolanda, I wouldn't have come here tonight. And by the way, is force all you know when it comes to women? Did I give you permission to hold me?"

The old she would've killed for a moment of his tenderness, and now that he was willing to hold her, she actually disliked it? Refused it?

Maxwell felt inexplicably irritated and rubbed the center of his forehead.

Rosemary held back her emotions, remembering her purpose, and asked clearly, "Do you really need to let Yolanda go to jail over the slap mark on Victoria's face that's barely visible?"

"She hurt someone, she's got to pay the price."

Grinding her teeth, Rosemary recalled his earlier words, realizing she had no choice but to make a deal.

"You want that project, right? I can wait until you've clinched the project before divorcing you, but the condition is you have to release Yolanda."

The room fell silent instantly upon her words.

After a few seconds of silence, Maxwell, frowning, finally unwillingly nodded his proud head.

After "negotiating” over Yolanda's release, Rosemary couldn't wait to get out of there and left within the minute.

After leaving Meadowlark Retreat, she headed straight to the police station where Louis was still there. This time, following the formal procedures, she successfully bailed Yolanda out.

Yolanda asked worriedly, "Maxwell didn't make any unreasonable demands in exchange, did he?"

Rosemary shook her head, "No."

He hadn't asked for anything; it was she who had offered the condition, and he had just reluctantly agreed.

Yolanda didn't buy it. Maxwell had been so unyielding when he arrived at the police station, leaving no room for negotiation, and now he suddenly gave in. He must have made Rosemary agree to some condition.