Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 69

Rosemary shot him a look that screamed "are you for real?": "We’re about to get divorced and you want me to call my soon-to-be ex to make a show of it? Do I look like I've lost my marbles?"

And let's be real, a heartless businessman like Maxwell wouldn't play the human shield for free. Even if he did, he'd skin her for it.

She sure as heck didn't want to add another dime to that monstrous debt of three billion.

While they were talking, Maxwell pulled out of the parking spot, with cigarette dangling from his lips. He glanced at Rosemary with a smirk that was neither here nor there, "So, you’d rather have Martin show up than me?"

Rosemary took a deep breath, knowing that this was the bit he couldn't get over.

"Maxwell, our marriage has always been a transaction. You know, we’d better play house when we're together, mind our own business behind closed doors, and split when the contract's up."

"So?"

"So," She flashed an impudent smile but it quickly disappeared as if she had just pulled off a face-changing act, "Whoever I ask to back me up is none of your beeswax. You didn't see me stopping you when you were off playing lapdog."

That last line seemed to hit a nerve. Maxwell's gaze turned fierce, as if he was ready to tear her apart; probably he felt that the crude term 'lapdog' was beneath his posh and polished image.

"So, you want to be Martin's lapdog, is that why you don't want Stacey to meet him?"

When Stacey came up, Rosemary's response was the same: "She's not good enough for Martin."

"Not good enough, or you just can't bear to part with him?"

Mid-sentence, the car jerked to a halt.

Maxwell turned to look at her, with a mocking smile curving his lips. Recalling the past, he shot back with a sneer, "If it wasn't for that watch, and your mistaking me for Martin, would you have ever ended up in my bed?"

This time, Rosemary's gaze was unflinching as she replied, "Yes."

Back then, she hardly knew Maxwell; their paths crossed only because of Martin. Given such a distant relationship, she would've never approached him for help, much less slept with him!

And a guy with Maxwell's stature isn't someone you can just scheme against and take down easily.

That night, she'd heard that Martin was at a bar drinking, and she wanted to ask him how he felt about the arranged marriage, although they have talked about it that morning. She was too impatient to wait.

Those vicious debt collectors were ready to snatch her up and sell her abroad for cash at any moment.

So Rosemary had the bartender do her a solid by sending over a drink to Martin and leading him to the room she had prepared.

But since it was her first time pulling a stunt like this, she could only muster courage through booze, and she ended up getting drunk before Martin even showed up.

Later, someone helped her, and in her daze, she saw the watch on his wrist – the one Martin always wore.

His watch was one of a kind, custom-made, and that's how the night unfolded.

"I clearly rejected you then, why did you still."

After realizing it was Maxwell, she immediately made it clear she had mistaken him for someone else, but he still.

Had he not forced himself on her, none of what followed would have happened, and she wouldn't have become his wife!

She glared at Maxwell, feeling he was utterly despicable!

But Maxwell mockingly pressed, "Why did I still what? Sleep with you? Rosemary, you clearly don't get men. A freebie? You don't turn that down."