Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 51

“Fine, but remember, you’re still my wife, so later you’ll join me at the psychiatric hospital.”

Rosemary’s brows knitted together – the nerve of him!

Though Maxwell’s tone maintained a calm facade, the uneven breaths whispering past her ear told another story. It was clear to Rosemary that any further resistance from her end might provoke him into a more violent expression of his ire.

A heavy silence draped over the room.

Maxwell’s eyes flicked to his watch, counting down the seconds, it seemed.

Breaking the silence, Rosemary ventured, “Ten million.”

“What?”

“That’s the price for my company.  If this deal you’re roping me into wipes out the three hundred million debt, so be it. Otherwise, you owe me ten million for the labor.”

If the deal ultimately falls through, was she setting herself up for a bigger fall?

No, Rosemary wouldn’t make such a stupid mistake. Already, Maxwell had lost her trust. Every fiber of her being screamed that this was a trap!

This kind of business socializing was a mere matter of hours, nothing more. Her job was simply to be present, a mere ornament on his arm.

Whether it was offsetting the debt or getting ten million as “hardship fees,” it was a win.

Maxwell, with a sardonic snort, retorted, “Ten million? You think you are coated in gold or what?”

Undeterred by his mocking, Rosemary pressed on, “In what capacity will I be going with you?”

“Their side is bringing a spouse, so naturally, you and I will go as a married couple.”

Rosemary shrugged, “There you have it, I have to play the part of a loving wife with you, be paraded around by you, probably have to drink, make small talk and cozy up to them – it’s exhausting. Besides, remarriage already affects one’s prospects. If word gets out, it’ll be even harder to find someone who can handle the pressure of marrying me. So not a penny less than ten million. If you don’t agree, I’ll save up the three hundred million myself.”

Maxwell gritted his teeth, each word forced out, “You’re thinking of remarrying?”

“Of course,” Rosemary replied nonchalantly with a smile, “You wouldn’t think that just because you’re a bad apple, I’d lose faith in all men, right? You don’t carry that much weight, ah.”

She cried out in pain as Maxwell, the freak, nearly crushed her waist!

Seeing her in pain made Maxwell laugh, and the strength he applied to her waist lightened significantly, “Your mouth sure is only good for crying out in pain.”

Rosemary: ??? What the hell kind of remark is that!

“The other party’s plane arrives at the airport at nine the day after tomorrow. We’ll go pick them up together.”

This meant he had agreed to her terms.

Rosemary wasn’t surprised. Compared to a cooperation worth over ten billion, ten million was mere peanuts.

Seeing Maxwell not leaving but instead heading further into the room, she hurriedly pulled him back, “We have finished talking. You can leave now.”

“I’m exhausted. I’m staying here tonight.”

“What?”

Did he think this was his private retreat, where he could just show up and expect to be served tea and have a bed made for him as a matter of course?

The natural physical difference between men and women was evident at that moment – as even standing without exerting force, Maxwell couldn’t be moved by her at all.

Rosemary pursed her lips, her thoughts quickly shifting, then she rubbed her stomach, “You can stay, but I’m hungry now. I haven’t had dinner yet.”

“So?” Maxwell raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a mocking smile, “Do you expect me to go downstairs and buy you something to eat? Rosemary, are you dreaming to boss me around?”