Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 78

When Maxwell rocked up to the Night Club, the gang was already there.

Archer glanced at his crisp suit and the tie still around his neck and quipped, "You didn't just come straight from the office, did you?"

"Yeah."

"Man, your missus is about to bail on you, and you're hustling for cash like there's no tomorrow. What's the deal, gonna stuff your coffin with stacks of bills for company?"

"Any of your business?"

Maxwell took a seat next to him, with Martin on the other side.

He picked up the drink the waiter had poured for him and gave a casual toast to Martin; as he did it, the amber liquid swirled under the dim lights: “Get Rosemary to move out of your apartment.”

Martin wasn't surprised that Maxwell would know it, and he had no intention to hide it, "Maxwell, don't you think you're going a bit overboard with this? She's still a girl; lugging her suitcase around in the middle of the night was not safe."

Maxwell's features were hidden in shadow; wearing an expression frighteningly blank, he retorted coolly, "That's between me and my wife, Martin. It's none of your business."

His tone was light, but the underlying warning was palpable.

Martin frowned, and his usual easy smile was gone, "Exactly because it's your private matter, you shouldn't be using your cutthroat business tactics on her."

Maxwell's face turned into a mask of cold fury, "And what right do you have to tell me how to treat her?"

The tension became almost visible around them; it seemed like a showdown was about to happen.

Martin met his gaze with calmness, “The Gellar family and the Chambers family go way back, and I've known Rosemary for ages. She's like a sister to me."

Maxwell's expression was frosty as he let out a scoff, "You sure about that? You're just seeing her as a sister?"

As the atmosphere got rigid to a point where it seemed they were on the verge of throwing punches, Archer suddenly stood up and clapped Martin on the shoulder, "Come on, help me grab a pack of smokes."

This excuse was hardly convincing. There were a few unopened packs of cigarettes right on the table, and they could've easily asked a waiter to bring some more. There was no need for a personal run.

But Archer's interruption did cool things down a bit.

Martin got up and followed Archer out to the terrace next to the restroom. Archer handed him a cigarette, "What's got you poking your nose into Maxwell's marital issues?"

Although he didn't know the details, Archer could guess from their exchange what was up.

Martin replied in an even tone, "I'm not interfering. I just lent my apartment to Rosemary for a while."

Archer looked at him knowingly, "So you let Maxwell play his games? Even if you didn't step in, he wouldn't really leave Rosemary out to sleep on the streets."

Martin took a drag; the smoke blurred his features and the emotions in his eyes.

He didn't avert his gaze from Archer's, but he didn't respond either.

"You know Maxwell is touchy about your relationship with Rosemary. If you keep meddling in their business, you might not even stay brothers."