Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 64

The folks who were heatedly gossiping got the fright of their lives when this voice popped up out of the blue. Spinning around on reflex, they quickly hid their phone behind them and muttered, "Christ."

Although Christ wasn't a scary dude, he's Mr. Templeton's right-hand man, which meant he's Mr. Templeton's eyes and ears. And it's common knowledge that Mr. Templeton isn't a fan of gossip in the office, even during breaks.

"Christ, how about we just go to the finance department and take care of the fine ourselves? Could you turn a blind eye? It was an accident; I just clicked and peeked for a sec."

Christ frowned, sticking to his guns, "What was that show called? Answer my question and save the rest of the chatter."

The secretary rolled her eyes and called him a big lummox inwardly before she replied, "That Masterpiece Stuff."

The documentary was all about the preservation of intangible cultural heritage, with the first episode featuring a restorer of cultural relics.

But what piqued Christ's interest in the show wasn't the content; it was the person who remained faceless throughout the episode. The show only filmed their hands, leaving viewers to guess their gender based on their clothing and hand size.

Having only glanced briefly at the show earlier, Christ felt a sense of familiarity with those hands. And now, he was certain, those hands belonged to Ms. Chambers!

Armed with his tablet, he knocked on the door to the boss' office.

"Mr. Templeton, Ms. Chambers is on TV!"

Maxwell's brows knitted together; his first thought was that his relationship with Rosemary had been leaked to the media. Although reporters weren't invited to Pearl's birthday party, it can still be leaked by someone on site as there were so many people around back then; walls have ears, after all. "Just have the PR department handle it. No need to bother me with such trifles."

Christ swallowed hard and bravely passed the tablet to his boss, "Mr. Templeton, you might want to see this."

If it were just a typical explanation of artifact restoration, that'd be one thing. But there was a clip of two hands clasping together, and for whatever reason, this generation of netizens loves to ship even the most bizarre couples. What was clearly a simple mistake sparked a myriad of wild fantasies.

Now, there were netizens who had snipped this particular clip and posted it on a video-sharing website.

The show wasn't a smash hit, but this handshake video was catching fire, with the potential to trend.

The comments section was a mix of a few compliments on the guy's looks, but mostly, people were begging the woman to show her face.

You've got to hand it to the director—they knew how to hook viewers' curiosity. A documentary about professions was shot like a romance drama, with one character's face shown and the other's hidden, which was driving people nuts.

This was the clip Christ showed to Maxwell.

The man watched the video coldly; there was the accidental touch of hands and the quick separation. And the woman's distorted and deep voice of saying "no problem" echoed in his ears. The emotion in his eyes was tumultuous; something was churning inside him, but he kept a tight lid on it.

Maxwell had a good memory; he recognized the man in the video instantly, he was the one who had sat next to Rosemary at the food stall.

Maxwell looked up, his penetrating gaze falling lightly on Christ, "You recognized Rosemary just from a pair of hands?"

Christ's heart skipped a beat, sensing something off in his boss' tone, but he was clueless as to what he'd done to upset the unpredictable man.

He answered honestly, "Ms. Chambers has a mole on the back of her hand."

It wasn't a particularly distinctive feature, but not many people shared the same mark on the same spot.

Maxwell's gaze returned to the tablet, which repeatedly played the clip of hands being clasped together.

Then he said in a low voice, "You can go now."

Christ hesitated, unable to gauge his boss' mood, but he left the tablet and quickly exited the the office pervaded by increasingly suffocating atmosphere.

Maxwell paused the video with a stoic look, and his eyes darkened at the sight of that slender, fair hand being touched by another man; even if it was brief, he found it irritating.

He dialed Rosemary's number from his call history; they hadn't been in touch since their last argument, almost half a month ago.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable."