Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 74

Oswald let out a couple of awkward chuckles, "Nah, you're just trippin'. What's got into you? Just seen you busting your butt recently, shooting documentaries and hustling at expos, pulling all-nighters one after another. Thought of giving you some time off to recharge your batteries. You young folks shouldn't go too hard, gotta take care of yourself."

Hearing that, Rosemary didn't press on. Even without Oswald spelling it out for her, she could read between the lines.

With two incidents back to back, in addition to what Maxwell had said before he stormed off this morning, she'd be a total dunce if she still didn't get the hint!

After hanging up the phone, Rosemary puffed her cheeks and let out a long sigh. So annoying!

Stacey, ever the snarky presence, couldn't help but chime in, "Whoa, got the boot, did ya? Serves you right!"

Rosemary frowned, turned her head, and gave her an annoyed look, "Why are you still here?"

"This is a public place, can I not be here,"

Unless you say so?

But without sticking around to hear her finish, Rosemary just walked off. To Stacey, it felt like throwing a punch into a pillow - harsh words were said, but it left her feeling even more frustrated!

Once in the cab, Rosemary tried calling Maxwell. It rang for over a minute with no answer.

She didn't bother calling again. The guy had left in such a huff this morning, and it'd be a wonder if he picked up!

Screw it, a break's a break. She could use the time to go car shopping; getting around without one was a hassle.

She should've taken her usual ride when she moved out last time, which would've saved her the trouble.

She planned to hit the dealership the next day, but things took a turn that evening.

Rosemary had just ordered some takeout when she heard a knock at the door, along with the landlord's voice, "Rosemary, you in there? Open up if you are, got something to discuss."

A wave of unease washed over her as she went to open the door, "What's up, ma'am?"

It wasn't just the landlord standing there, but two men as well.

The landlord had an apologetic grin, "The thing is, Rosemary, I ran into some financial trouble and gotta sell the place. Can't rent it to you anymore."

Her confidence waned as she spoke while avoiding Rosemary's gaze - they had a two-year lease, after all.

Rosemary kept her cool, "When do you plan to sell it?"

The landlord pointed to one of the middle-aged men, "Just showing the place to a potential buyer. If he likes it, we could close the deal tonight."

So they were pushing her out?

With a cold face, Rosemary refused, "Sorry, but it's not cool for me to let strange men into my place. Knock again and I'll call the cops."

Then she slammed the door shut.

Back in the living room, she quickly grabbed the phone off the couch and dialed Maxwell.

This time someone picked up but didn't speak; it seemed he was waiting for her to break the silence.

Rosemary didn't mince her words, and let loose, "Maxwell, you call yourself a man? Just 'cause I slapped you this morning, you gotta sabotage my job and now you're stirring the pot with my landlord to sell the place? I used to just think you were a sleazebag who juggled one girl in your heart and another on your family registry, but it turned out you're not just trash in character but also a backstabbing pro, you bloody bastard!"

She went off without pausing, and finally couldn't help let out a curse.

The landlord, who was shut out outside, knocked a few more times. When Rosemary stood her ground, the landlord started spewing all sorts of filth.