Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 58

“Rosemary,” Mrs. Ferber’s voice startled her from her thoughts. Rosemary had been a bit lost when the sudden sound made her jump. “Are you feeling alright? You look somewhat pale.”

Rosemary, who wasn’t wearing any makeup, didn’t look the least bit unwell.

It seemed Mrs. Ferber was just trying to strike a conversation since she noticed Rosemary falling behind the group.

The group was close enough to overhear her and halted in their tracks.

When Rosemary looked up, she met the sleazy gaze with Mr. Ferber’s small eyes. Noticing her stare, he gave her a cryptic smirk before promptly reverting back to his amicable and honest demeanor he had upon first meeting.

He transitioned so quick that only she caught it.

Maxwell frowned, “Not feeling well?”

Her irate appearance when she answered the door in the morning seemed quite energetic.

Rosemary, preferring to avoid the spotlight, shook her head, “No, it’s just that I’m not used to the bed here, didn’t sleep well.”

Maxwell looked at her with distinct disdain as he flagged down one of the readily available resort carts, saying neutrally, “Well, that’s enough of that. Let’s take a ride.”

Rosemary glanced at the clubhouse only a few hundred meters away, “No need.”

Before her sentence was finished, Maxwell had already stepped in, forcibly grabbing her hand and leading her to the cart, “Not used to the bed? You were quite content when you moved out of Meadowlark Retreat. Never mentioned this particular problem before.”

His voice was heavy with sarcasm, clearly doubting her excuse.

Rosemary responded with a sparkling smile, “Even the most comfortable socks wear out over time. You can’t keep something just because you like it forever, or it will become utterly disgusting.”

Maxwell narrowed his eyes, his tone severe and frosty, “Are you implying something about me?”

There was a quiet pause after which Rosemary, changing the subject, remarked, “You know, I just realized you have some redeemable qualities.”

Having self-awareness and the acuity to read between the lines. A real brainiac for sure.

While the two engaged in this verbal duel, Mrs. Ferber had already boarded the cart. She couldn’t resist expressing her envy seeing Rosemary with Maxwell, “Rosemary, you and Mr. Templeton seem quite close.”

Mr. Ferber’s gaze faltered somewhat.

All Rosemary could offer was an awkward laugh, not knowing what else to say, especially with Maxwell’s grip on her hand—making them look like a model couple to onlookers.

At the golf course, she immediately wore sunglasses and comfortably lounged in a chair to catch up on sleep, her erratic sleep schedule due to continuous night outs over the past few months combined with the evident struggle in adjusting to new places has been keeping her up. Last night, she had a restless night until 3 am.

“Ms. Chambers,” Mr. Ferber’s voice, deliberately lowered, oozing sleaze, “You and Mr. Templeton aren’t truly married, right? How much does he pay you to stay? I’m willing to pay twice.”

Rosemary turned her head to find Maxwell and Mrs. Ferber absent. She then removed her sunglasses and tossed out a number nonchalantly, “Three hundred million.”

Her marriage to Maxwell had been a secret, and though they revealed it at Pearl’s birthday party a few days back, no reporters were around, so only the guests knew her true identity.

It was not surprising that Mr. Ferber, residing in Zion City, was oblivious.

Initially, Mr. Ferber was charmed by Rosemary’s beauty, but her “three hundred million” response left him agape, “Three hundred million? Are you still not fully awaking from your dream? Even the most beautiful dancer I have doesn’t charge that much. She’s been training in dance from a young age, do you think you can compete with her?”

Only a madman would speed three hundred million on a woman. He didn’t even invest that much on his own wife.

“The most beautiful dancer?” Rosemary looked at him with a hint of surprise, “Victoria?”