Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 43

The birthday banquet coincidentally fell on a weekend. Rosemary was up at the crack of dawn on the day. After wrapping up Victoria's order, she only took a two-day breather before diving into another gig.

She had no choice. If she didn't work her hardest, she'd never be able to pay off that humongous debt in this lifetime!

The Templeton family held their birthday banquets with discretion, inviting only the Floris family and the Templeton family relatives. Every year without fail, Rosemary would show up at the Templeton family estate early in the morning to busy herself serving the guests.

But this year, she wasn't planning on heading over so soon. Sooner or later, she and Maxwell were going to get divorced, and starting now, she needed to gradually peel away from her old life, which was also a way to give Pearl some time to accept it.

After all, she couldn't spend her whole life playing a role with Maxwell; Pearl would find out eventually.

Rosemary glanced at the time and then busied herself with the task at hand. This time, she was repairing a bowl, which wasn't severely damaged.

When she was busy, she lost track of time. By the time she heard her phone ring, she realized it was already two in the afternoon, and her stomach was beginning to growl with hunger.

It was Maxwell on the line. Rosemary moved her stiff neck, then answered the call. Without waiting for her to speak, the man's deep voice came through, "Come down."

They hadn't been in touch for about a month, but today was special; he was here to take her to the Templeton family's place.

Seeing it was about time, Rosemary said, "Wait a moment, I'll put on some makeup."

Although it was just a family banquet and formal attire wasn't necessary, she couldn't be too casual either. Lucky for her, he had brought a few high-end custom outfits with her when she moved out of Meadowlark Retreat.

The voice on the other end was none too pleased, though: "Skip it, just get down here. You've got five minutes."

He sounded like he was in a bad mood, and his impatience was evident even through the phone.

Indeed, when had Mr. Templeton, who always had things his way, ever waited for anyone?

Rosemary checked herself out in the mirror: her hair was casually tied up in a bun, she was bare-faced, and she was wearing a cotton T-shirt and sweatpants she had bought online for a few dozen dollars.

If he wasn't embarrassed by her low-key getup, then there was no need for her to doll up for his sake.

So, she changed her shoes and went downstairs, grabbing two slices of bread to tide her over on her way out.

Maxwell's car was parked outside the building. He was standing quietly by the car, smoking, clad in a black shirt that enveloped his upper body, with a bleak and silent aura.

The outfit he was wearing was from a high-end brand, costing seven figures. The watch on his wrist was the epitome of luxury, his air of nobility starkly out of place in this ordinary residential area.

One could imagine how much Maxwell disdained her appearance; his frown was so deep it could trap a fly. Though he didn't speak, the meaning in his eyes was clear

"Look at the beggarly life you're leading after leaving me!"

Just as Rosemary was about to hop in the car, Maxwell's sharp gaze swept over her, "Finish eating and clean off any crumbs before getting in the car."

She really wanted to ask Maxwell if the person standing in front of the car with bread was Victoria, would he also be this harsh?

But bringing it up would sound like she was jealous, so she took a deep breath to hold back, finished the bread in two bites, and deliberately shook off her clothes with exaggerated motions in front of him, "Can I get in the car now, Fussy Maxwell?"

Maxwell's face turned sour as all get out, "Even if you were never truly a socialite, you were still a genuine lady of status. Knock it off with the Internet terms, lest you want to become a laughingstock."

But Rosemary huffed, "What, can't a lady of a wealthy household use the Internet?"

Maxwell fell silent, it seemed her life as a lady these past three years has been quite interesting!

The car left the neighborhood and merged into the congested traffic.

Half an hour later, Rosemary frowned, "This isn't the way to the Templeton family's place."

Maxwell glanced at her, dripping with disdain, "You plan to show up like that? You might not be ashamed, but I sure am."

Rosemary rolled her eyes. Who was it that said no need for makeup? A man whose words contradicted his feelings!