Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 53

Mr. Ferber, whose overweight frame tended to sweat profusely, caused Rosemary to instantly recoil when she felt her hand encased in a moist and clammy grip. She yanked her hand back violently and stepped back a good few paces, her face so cold it could freeze someone. “Mr. Ferber, please maintain a level of decorum.”

Mr. Ferber’s grasp was merely a test. Sure, he had a bit of a crush on Rosemary, but he knew better than to offend Maxwell over a woman.

He quickly reined himself in, apologizing, “Sorry, sorry, I meant nothing by it. I just wanted to know what perfume you’re using, so I could buy a bottle for my wife.”

After all, he’d be here for a few days. There will be plenty of opportunities.

Mr. Ferber, a seasoned player in the business world and a master of deceit, was convincingly sincere, “I tend to get handsy when I’ve had too much drink. It was just a reflex, I’m really sorry for stepping out of line with Mrs. Templeton. I will personally apologize to Mr. Templeton shortly.”

Rosemary couldn’t even be bothered with pretenses anymore. She went back to the sink and pumped out a ton of soap to wash her hands.

Mr. Ferber watched from the side, a transient shadow of displeasure darkening his face.

Noticing Mr. Ferber’s gaze linger, Rosemary offered a tepid explanation, “Apologies, Mr. Ferber. I have a bit of a concern with germs and generally prefer to avoid physical contact.”

Mr. Ferber awkwardly rubbed his hands, “No worries, truly, that was my bad.” With those words, he left in a hurry without even using the restroom.

Rosemary scrubbed her hands red before finally turning off the faucet. She disliked Mr. Ferber, feeling uncomfortable with her hand having been touched by him.

Even though his apology seemed heartfelt, something about the way he looked at her was unsettling.

Thinking back on asking Maxwell for a mere ten million as a hardship fee, she felt shortchanged!

She took a paper towel to dry her hands, guessing Mr. Ferber had probably returned to the foyer. Rosemary slowly made her way there, but soon she saw Martin.

He was on the phone, probably hashing out business stuff, looking all serious with his brows furrowed and lips pursed. This was the first time she saw Martin in his work mode.

“Understood, I’ll handle it when I’m back,” he said. Whatever the person on the other end said, Martin hung up, not too pleased. He was about to light up a cigarette when he noticed Rosemary.

He tilted his head slightly in her direction, raising an eyebrow, “Rosemary?”

Martin chucked the unlit cigarette in the nearby trash can – a gesture ingrained from his elite upbringing. “Are you here socializing with Maxwell?”

Rosemary walked over, “Yep, and you?”

She and Martin got along well; they would chat upon meeting and given the matter of the loan from last time, she couldn’t just ignore him and walk away.

Three hundred million was not a small amount, and though she didn’t take the money, she remembered his goodwill.

Martin shared, “A friend is celebrating his birthday here. I just came to hang out.”

Rosemary nodded, ready to wrap up the chat. She barely parted her lips to say goodbye when she spotted Maxwell not too far off.

The man looked like he had a cloud over his head, and who knows how long he’d been standing there, staring her down like a husband who’d just caught his wife cheating!

Martin sensed her discomfort and looked where she was looking, smiling, “Go on, Maxwell’s probably worried about you since you’ve been gone so long. He must have come out looking for you especially.”