Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 48

The scent of a woman invaded Maxwell's senses. He stiffened, furrowing his brows as he pushed the person away, "Keep it classy, we're in public."

Weren't it he who started the kiss? If it weren't for ticking off Victoria, no way Rosemary would kiss him!

Rosemary rolled her eyes, "Hypocrite."

Victoria heard that insult. She thought Maxwell would get angry. After all, it seemed to her that Rosemary was pushing his buttons with everything she did, but.

No, Maxwell didn't get angry. Instead, with a stern face, he said, "After all, you're Mrs. Templeton. Don't go around acting like some shrew."

Rosemary pretended not to hear that.

Pearl, feeling under the weather and low on energy, had made her rounds and headed upstairs to rest. Although she left, the banquet didn't wind down. Today's crowd was here for the Templeton family, specifically for Maxwell, now in power.

Not wanting to parade around hand-in-hand with him, Rosemary took her glass and sat down on a couch in the rest area.

Others were there too, and they got up to greet her, "Mrs. Templeton, you look stunning tonight!"

She nodded in acknowledgment, fully aware they were only praising Mrs. Templeton, not Rosemary herself.

"Mrs. Templeton, are you an art restorer? I've got some family heirlooms at home that have seen better days. Would you mind taking a look?" The person asking likely didn't have any real treasures; it was just a ploy to ingratiate themselves with Rosemary, thereby getting closer to Maxwell.

After all, her intimate moment with Mr. Templeton was witnessed by everyone!

Rosemary didn't decline the offer to make money, "I only know the basics. I can't guarantee a perfect repair."

No matter how skilled she was, she wasn't a magician. Something utterly shattered couldn't be fixed.

The person nodded eagerly, seeing Rosemary's approachable attitude and lacking the haughtiness of a typical aristocratic lady, and thought about befriending her.

Pearl's birthday banquet was held at home. Naturally, those who received an invitation were not of ordinary status.

"Mrs. Templeton, you shouldn't have let it go just now. It's obvious that woman was trying to pin something on someone else. Why else would it be such a coincidence? You should've stood your ground and let everyone see her hypocritical nature."

Someone else chimed in, "She definitely coordinated her testimony with someone else during the phone call. Some people have no shame these days!"

Rosemary leaned into the sofa corner, feeling a bit tipsy. She really didn't want to talk, but the people next to her wouldn't stop yapping.

To shut them up, noncommittally responded with a "Hmm.”

Soon enough, they clammed up. Just when Rosemary thought she might catch a break for some peace and quiet, the two stood up abruptly, "Mr. Templeton."

Few could withstand Maxwell's presence, especially when he was stone-faced. Seeing his gaze fall on Rosemary, the two wisely scurried away.

Rosemary's already bad mood turned to outright annoyance at the sight of Maxwell, as if the words "I dislike you” were written all over her face, "What are you doing here again?"

The man had been around her more today than in the past year.

Maxwell's voice was deep, "If I didn't show up, how can I know that my mother's supposedly sensible and well-read daughter-in-law is so good at gossiping behind people's backs?"

Rosemary caught the barb in his words, "What you heard?"