Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 68

Rosemary figured Maxwell was having one of his episodes again, so she just rolled her eyes and kept walking ahead.

Possessiveness is like a man's Achilles heel – anything or anyone in their territory is off-limits to others, and they certainly don't take kindly to their possessions eyeing someone else.

Once she got that straight in her head, Rosemary would remain unfazed even if Maxwell looked like he was green with jealousy.

But she had barely taken a few steps when her arm was yanked.

The guy was so strong that Rosemary felt like her wrist was about to snap from his grip!

She hissed in pain, with her brows furrowing deeply, and her voice changed pitch when she said, "Let go."

It was only then that Maxwell seemed to snap back to reality and loosen his grip slightly, but he was not completely letting go.

His face was still frosty as he said, sparing his words, "Let's go."

"I'm working."

But Maxwell wasn't having any of it; he just dragged her outside without giving her a chance to refuse.

"Brother-in-law! My sister married you, and aren't you gonna let her splurge a bit?" Stacey's accusatory words followed from behind. To an outsider, it might have sounded like a sister was helping her take down a scumbag.

Maxwell paused and glanced over his shoulder.

Stacey was actually a bit scared of him, but to make Rosemary's life difficult, she plucked up the courage to continue, "My sister can't even cough up a hundred grand for a painting, and has to have another man foot the bill – if that's not treating her poorly, what is?"

Rosemary shot a cold glance her way, thinking Stacey was just like a cockroach that never goes away.

With his gaze landing on the painting in her hand, he spoke up indifferently, "Martin paid the bill?"

It wasn't rocket science; just piecing together their conversation made it easy to guess.

"It's my own purchase," Rosemary didn't want to drag Martin into this, so she patiently explained, "Martin just helped me out. If you don't believe me."

Maxwell must have been expecting her to suggest asking someone else, but Rosemary, with a cold face, yanked her hand from his grasp, "Then there's nothing I can do."

Turning back to the exhibition area, she found her phone rang. She took it out, utterly unaware of the man following her, or perhaps she was just ignoring him.

She was wearing a pair of soft, flat shoes today. Maxwell was a good half-head taller than her, so with a simple glance down, he saw the caller ID on the screen.

"One Martin, one Hans, Mrs. Templeton's private life sure is eventful," Maxwell's tone was dripping with sarcasm, and his anger was palpable. He knew men all too well, that look Hans gave her, it screamed of ulterior motives.

Rosemary got along with Hans just fine at work, but they didn't mix outside of that, so she figured his call must be work-related.

She had intended to dodge Maxwell before taking the call, but with him shadowing her every move, she lost her patience, "I'm working, stop following me."

Maxwell snorted, "What, am I interrupting your date with him?"

Holding back her temper, Rosemary decided to ignore him and answered the call, "Hans, what's up?"

Before she could finish, her phone was snatched away by a hand reaching over her head.

Turning around, she saw Maxwell, whose face turned dark as night; he hung up the call and even turned off the phone before gripping her hand and marching her outside.

She frowned, trying to push back, but it was futile; she was still dragged away from the sales area by this man.

Rosemary clenched her teeth and insisted, "I'm still working, I can't leave."