Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 47

Victoria frowned, "Rosemary, about this."

But just then her phone rang, undoubtedly saving her from the urgent dilemma!

She stepped away to answer the call and soon hurried back to Rosemary, "Rosemary, I'm sorry, today's issue was my fault. There was indeed a problem with the painting on my end."

Rosemary was wondering how Victoria changed her stance just by taking a call, when she saw Victoria put her phone on speaker, "Could you repeat what you just told me?"

Tracy's voice came through: "I'm so sorry, Victoria. I accidentally spilled water on it but dried it off immediately. I meant to let you know, but got caught up and it slipped my mind. Is the painting a big deal?"

At that, Rosemary raised an eyebrow, "Well, what a coincidence? Ms. Temple and I were just discussing this, and then you ring up."

The insinuation was clear to anyone listening.

"Ms. Chambers, this screw-up was on me. If you're gonna blame someone, blame me. It has nothing to do with Victoria."

"Alright then, let's leave it at that."

Since Tracy took the blame, there was no point in Rosemary pursuing it further. Victoria had already lost face today, pushing it might just flip the script and make her a victim, winning her some pity points.

Clearly, Victoria was still processing when Rosemary, linking arms with Pearl, left to join the guests.

Thus, a drama that wasn't quite a farce wrapped up.

Maxwell watched the mother-daughter duo, all smiles and laughter, about to join them when he caught a glimpse of Martin's gaze seemingly fixated on Rosemary.

He paused his steps, "What, got regrets?"

Martin snapped back to reality, confused, "Regret what?"

"Regret not taking her up on her offer when she came knocking."

Martin caught the jealousy in Maxwell's words and chuckled, a rare instance to hear Maxwell speak to him in such a tone.

Feeling amused, Martin joked, "As you said, I might actually have some regrets. If I had thought it through, she could've been Mrs. Gellar by now, huh?"

Maxwell looked at him, noting Martin's usual cool demeanor, yet something seemed different.

His gaze fell to the watch half-hidden by Martin's sleeve. Whatever he thought, Maxwell cracked a smile, "In that case, I owe it to that watch of yours."

Martin glanced at his watch, "What's up with it?"

He took it off, examined it closely. Apart from being pricey, there was nothing special about it.

And just then, Rosemary, who was passing by, overheard their conversation, especially the word "watch," and her complexion changed in a flash!

She let go of Pearl and walked quickly towards Maxwell, almost crashing into him in her haste and high heels.

Unprepared, Maxwell instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her from falling.

"It's Mom's birthday party, how could you let the two of us women handle the drinking and socializing?"

Rosemary looked up, her alcohol-laced breath brushing against Maxwell's jawline.

He looked down slightly,, catching a glimpse of her moist, rosy lips, and the glint in her eyes, which were especially alluring under the lights.

Before he could respond, she had taken his arm, dragging him away without another word.

From others' perspective, it seemed a wife was coquettishly indulging with her husband, who was spoiling her in return.

But the reality was Rosemary was pinching Maxwell's arm hard enough to leave a bruise!

And that was through two layers of clothing; indicating how much force she was using.