Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 57

Rosemary was awkwardly wrapped in his arms, her drenched hair dripping water incessantly, and it took her a good while to stop coughing. She finally looked up and glared at the guy to blame, “What the heck are you doing here?”

Her eyes were bloodshot from the hot spring water, and her long, curly lashes were dotted with droplets, making her look all kinds of pitiful at that moment.

It made one really want to,

Maxwell bit his lip, and after a moment, three words popped into his mind—to tease you.

Rosemary’s eyes hurt, and her throat was sore. She had wanted to soak in the hot spring and chill out, but almost got choked to death instead. She was full of resentment and her voice was tinged with displeasure, “How did you get in?”

She remembered locking the door.

Maxwell didn’t say a word, only giving her a dismissive look, clearly mocking her for being naive, but he was reserved and didn’t make it too obvious.

Seeing that he remained silent, Rosemary’s anger intensified, “Why are you being such a creep, barging into someone else’s private hot spring pool?”

With the moment ruined, she said those words and turned to walk towards the shore, but after only a few steps, the man caught her wrist and pulled her back.

“Creep?”

Maxwell leaned in close, his cool lips almost touching hers, his calloused hand caressing her skin, his voice a bit hoarse. “We’re husband and wife, what’s so creepy about sharing one hot spring?”

Rosemary’s face turned crimson, and she stiffened up in his embrace.

Their close proximity and scant clothing led to unavoidable touches, letting each other feel each other’s reactions.

Maxwell felt the waist he was holding tense up like a stick. He looked down and saw her pretty cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, softened by the steam, looking fresh and tempting, stirring up all kinds of wild thoughts.

His gaze darkened, as if shrouded in shadow, fixed on her plump lips. He closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and it took him a while to suppress the urge rising inside him.

Rosemary didn’t provoke him further at such a moment. After all, anyone who could remain composed under such circumstances was either a gentleman or had something wrong with their body.

Clearly, Maxwell was neither.

She quickly got back to the initial topic, frowning, “What are you doing here?”

“Taking a bath.”

That damn liar!

Rosemary cursed inwardly and bluntly called out Maxwell’s lame lie, “You have your own private hot spring in your room.”

The corners of his mouth curled up in an amused smile, “I prefer the public ones, they’re livelier.”

“Well, go next door then. It’s full of people there, as lively as you want.”

Rosemary seized the moment to push Maxwell away and walked over to the edge, wrapping herself tightly in a towel from the rack before pulling herself out of the water.

She went to the changing room to get dressed, while Maxwell’s gaze lingered on her until she was completely out of sight behind the changing room door. Then he leaned back and clicked his tongue.

Dressed and out of the changing room, Rosemary didn’t greet Maxwell; she just left with a cold face.

When she got back to her floor, she saw Christ waiting at her door from a distance.