Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 72

The patch of skin that was being rubbed soon flushed a large red, and Rosemary, in her deep sleep, felt the pain and slightly opened her eyes to glance at the person before her. Then, with a frown, she shuffled back a bit and muttered unhappily, "Maxwell, don't touch me."

With those words, the room fell into a deadly silence, leaving only the heavy breathing of the two.

If Maxwell had been holding back his emotions just now, at this moment he was absolutely livid!

Every line of his body radiated an aggressive vibe as he scooped her back in and leaned over her, "So you won't let me touch you, but Martin can? Rosemary, should I call you clever for knowing how to stir up a man's desire to conquer, or should I call you foolish? Out of all the guys in Greenwood, you had to choose my brother?"

"Or do you think a woman would be more important to me than a brother?"

Rosemary didn't reply; her whole body was pinned beneath him in a restraining grip, yet without any response — as if she had fallen asleep again.

Maxwell's gaze fell on her rosy cheeks; with his Adam's apple bobbed, he irritably undid the top three buttons of his shirt.

"Knock, knock."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, accompanied by a man's deep voice: "Rosemary, are you there?"

It was Martin!

Maxwell's face darkened to the extreme. If the woman before him had been lucid, he might have made her cry!

After waiting a few minutes, he went to answer the door. The person outside seemed quite anxious.

When Maxwell opened the door, Martin was still in the knocking pose. Seeing who it was, he paused, "Maxwell?"

He noticed the violently torn open collar on Maxwell's shirt, realizing he might have interrupted something.

"Since you're here, I assume Rosemary is alright, so we won't disturb you anymore."

He didn't come alone; he was accompanied by a doctor.

Maxwell stepped aside, "Come in. She's sick, running a high fever. Please have the doctor prescribe some medicine."

Martin didn't decline, as he had meant to bring the doctor to check on Rosemary after hearing something was off in her voice over the phone.

To avoid any appearance of impropriety, he didn't follow the doctor into Rosemary's bedroom but stayed with Maxwell in the living room.

During that time, Maxwell offered him a cigarette, and the two stepped by the window, "She called you to say she was sick?"

Martin shook his head, "No, I just called to ask her to do me a favor and noticed it in her voice."

Maxwell stared at him for a few seconds, then let out a casual laugh; his features were obscured by the smoke, "What, you're that concerned about her? Regret not helping her back then?"

Martin not only knew she was ill but also knew she had moved here from Meadowlark Retreat. The fact that he came over with a doctor just because her voice sounded off seemed like he had an ulterior motive.

To this, Martin candidly replied, "Can't say I regret it, but I do feel a bit sorry. The sum she borrowed back then wasn't small; I just didn't expect her to be in such a hurry."

And he certainly didn't expect that she would turn to Maxwell after she didn’t get a clear answer from him.

"So you're planning to woo her again? To make up for this regret in your heart?"

Martin frowned slightly, not sure if Maxwell was joking or serious.

He lightly curled his lips, "Didn't know you were the overthinking type."