Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 41

Rosemary suddenly looked up. Though her movement was slight, Maxwell, whose hand still around her waist, he immediately sensed her stiffness.

Martin stood not far outside the car, his gaze piercing through the half-open window.

He wore a casual shirt paired with dress pants, looking sharp as ever. It was impossible to ignore him even in the dim shadows.

Rosemary's mind went blank for a moment, and instinctively, she called out his name as she used to call him before, "Martin."

A sharp force came from her waist, almost making her cry out in pain, but with a third person present, she bit back the yelp.

She wasn't sure if Martin had seen Maxwell in the car. The dim lighting of the parking lot and his distance and angle suggested he probably hadn't.

Martin smiled slightly and walked toward her, "I just thought you looked familiar, didn't expect it to actually be you."

As he drew closer, Rosemary stiffened even more; her hands resting on Maxwell's chest clenched into a fist, her voice trembling slightly, "Don't come any closer!"

Because Maxwell was kissing her!

His lips landed on her wrist, pressing a bit forcefully, leaving a clear mark on her fair skin.

Martin paused, puzzled but gentlemanly stopped in his tracks, not approaching any further.

However, as the distance closed, he clearly saw the redness in Rosemary's eyes and the hint of vulnerability within them.

His frowned slightly, recalling the last time they'd met in a restaurant where she jokingly mentioned borrowing money—was she worrying about that?

Martin's lips thinned, and he spoke softly, "Are you worrying about the money thing you mentioned last time? I mean, it’s a bit much, but if you're in urgent need, I could."

Rosemary was stunned, and before he could finish, she got his drift, feeling a warm rush in her heart.

But her warmth didn't last long before it was frozen by someone's comment.

"Martin, since when did you start playing the generous benefactor?"

The man's mocking and flippant voice came through. Martin hesitated before asking uncertainly, "Maxwell?"

Maxwell, with his arm around the woman, sat up from his position. Rosemary wanted to stop him, but how could she match a man's strength?

At times like this, any move would only make things worse!

Maxwell's shirt was only buttoned at the bottom two, and as he lounged back, his collar wide open, revealing his tight and smoothly contoured abdomen.

His long hand traced up Rosemary's waist and slid down just before reaching a sensitive spot, exuding a lustful intent.

He looked toward Martin outside the car, his tone half-joking, "Or do you think I can't come up with that money, huh?"

After a brief pause, Martin smiled gently, "Sorry, it looks like I interrupted something."

He was definitely taking it the wrong way.

Rosemary's face turned beet red instantaneously, she couldn't even bear to look at Martin. Why on earth did this have to happen now!

Maxwell, that jerk, he was doing all this on purpose to make Martin misunderstand, absolutely despicable!