Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 59

What was meant to be an embrace felt more like being dragged along. Rosemary, already having consumed several drinks, felt her world starting to spin this time.

The contract had been signed, her mission fulfilled. They were now on separate paths. She considered herself to be of good temperament; had she been a hothead, she could never have endured three years with Maxwell, a man she now thought of disdainfully.

But even the best of temperaments could not withstand such senseless antics. “Our cooperation is ended. Answering queries now would be just unpaid overtime, and I’m not in the mood for that.”

She shrugged off his grip, “Keep your questions to yourself.”

Rosemary then turned towards the fire exit, her room was located on the sixth floor, the restaurant on the second. She preferred to haul herself up four floors of stairs than tolerate another moment alone with him.

Maxwell watched her retreating figure, an icy smirk settled on his lips. Just as she was about to cross his path, he lunged for her arm again, drawing her back towards him.

“Ding.”

The elevator doors slid open simultaneously, and Maxwell, without faltering, secured his arm around Rosemary, staring intense daggers at the individual standing inside the elevator.

Martin, witnessing the unmistakably charged atmosphere outside, was surprised, a rare expression from someone usually composed. He had known Maxwell for years and this was merely the second time he’d seen such suppressed emotions darken his face - the brooding ambiance was palpable.

And the last time.

That memory alone caused a phantom pain to manifest in his wrist, a remnant ache from a past dislocation.

But Martin quickly regained his composure, nodding at them, “Maxwell, Rosemary.”

Rosemary acknowledged him with a smile and stepped inside, deciding not to avoid any further confrontation with Maxwell. She didn’t want outsiders to witness their deeply troubled marriage.

Moreover, this was the same friend who once cautioned her against marrying Maxwell. Reflecting on her past denials now felt like self-inflicted insults – a sting, accompanied by humiliation!

After pressing the button for the sixth floor, she retreated to the corner, putting some distance from Maxwell.

With the contract signed and the three hundred million debt no longer burdening her, all she needed was half a day to visit the governmental office to claim her divorce certificate, and then she could entirely sever ties with him.

Maxwell’s forbidding eyes were fixed on her unabashedly, his expressionless face etched with a chilling hostility, “You said earlier, the service of this club is world-class?”

The elevator was now filled with a quiet, awkward atmosphere as his voice shattered the silence!

“The esteemed Mrs. Templeton seems quite knowledgeable. Have you experienced its amenities yourself?”

Such a conversation was utterly awkward. with a third party present. Rosemary didn’t dare to look at Martin’s face. . The services that made a club world-class weren't usually of the respectable variety.

And indeed, this club was famous—she had heard Yolanda raving about it.

Maxwell’s words were calculated and pointed, grinding away at her already frayed nerves, “What style did you look for?”