Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 39

Rosemary waited for a while without hearing a response. Looking at the mostly unrestored paintings on the table, she said impatiently, "What's the matter? If you don't speak, I'll hang up.”

Maxwell had the word "I dialed the wrong number" dancing on the tip of his tongue, but the woman's obvious impatience provoked his anger, and he blurted out a last-minute change of plan: "Come and pick me up at the Night Club."

Rosemary frowned, "Are you out of your mind? You want me to pick you up?”

It wasn't that she'd never picked him up before. Back when she first started as his personal assistant, he got drunk once, and just then she had called him to ask when he would be back. Christ had answered the phone at that time. Knowing their relationship, he told her that Mr. Templeton was plastered and she needed to come get him.

Back then, Maxwell was quite annoyed with her. When his bleary eyes cracked open, seeing it was her, he went ballistic. Christ was scolded as well, and even had his year-end bonus deducted over it. After that incident, no matter how drunk Maxwell was, Christ never asked her to pick him up again.

Maxwell clearly forgot that episode, hearing her reluctance, he scoffed, "We're not divorced yet, picking me up is your duty as Mrs. Templeton.”

But his words made Rosemary laugh in anger, "You're talking to me about duties? Have you ever fulfilled your duties as a husband?”

Silence spread between them.

Just as she was about to hang up, the man's husky voice came through, low and magnetic, "I'm on speaker, and there are others here, Mrs. Templeton, don't be so voracious.”

That one sentence had Rosemary gritting her teeth, "You might as well drink yourself to death.”

"If you come get me, I'll forget about those interest.”

After a brief struggle, Rosemary finally agreed.

It was not that she didn't want to stand her ground, but he was offering too much!

Unless one was foolishly rich, no one would refuse such a tempting offer.

Maxwell looked at the ended call and let out a self-deprecating chuckle in his heart: This woman is really materialistic.

Archer, who noticed him staring at the phone with an unusual expression, couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who were you calling? You looked totally lost.”

Hearing this, Maxwell tossed the phone aside and rubbed his temples wearily, "The driver.”

Archer raised an eyebrow; he didn't buy that answer, but didn't press it further. He had plenty problems of his own lately, and wasn't in the mood for an idle chat.

After a bit more drinking, Maxwell stood up, "Go for a smoke?”

The two men headed out of the private room to the small balcony in the public area.

Just then, Rosemary's call came in, and she was unwilling to say any more than necessary, "I've arrived.”

Maxwell checked the time out of habit, "Wait for me in the parking lot,” and hung up without further explanation.