Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 85

"Darren only embarrassed you because he was following her orders. If Mr. Templeton bails, today's investment is going down the drain, and your little dance would've been for nothing!"

Tracy thought those words, if not turning Maxwell against Rosemary, would at least earn Victoria some extra sympathy. But there was dead silence after she spoke, not a peep in response. Frowning, Tracy looked over and saw Maxwell zoning out, not catching a word she said.

After Darren hung up the phone, he cautiously sought the man's approval, "Mr. Templeton, drafting the contract will take a while; how about we grab a drink first?"

"No need, give the contract to Tracy when it's ready. I've got to run."

That was some ninja-level flip-flopping. If Mr. Templeton hadn't been in his sight the whole time, Darren would've sworn it was someone else who had been so eager to draft the contract just moments ago.

Seeing Maxwell about to leave, Victoria also stood up, "Shouldn't be long now. Let's head out together with Tracy; we can drop her off on the way."

Tracy's place was on the way to Meadowlark Retreat, but Victoria's was in the opposite direction, one north and one south.

Maxwell seemed to totally miss the hint in her words, "Have Tracy take you back later."

Victoria didn't expect this outcome. She thought even if Maxwell didn't want to wait for Tracy, he'd still offer her a ride, "What about you?"

Maxwell glanced at his watch, a telltale sign of his impatience, "I came with Archer's car."

Though it was Archer's car, it wasn't like he couldn't take someone else along - it all depended on whether he wanted to or not.

Before she could figure out what to say to get Maxwell to give her a ride, the man had already left the private room.

Archer's car was parked right by the elevator exit. Seeing Maxwell coming down alone, he raised an eyebrow, "Weren't you supposed to pick up your wife? Why the solo exit? Got the boot?"

Maxwell shot him a blank look and got into the car, "Who told you I came here to pick her up?"

"You're all fired up; what happened to you?" Archer glanced at him through the rearview mirror, "Weren't you the one who rushed over from the airport after hearing that Rosemary was invited here by Darren?"

Maxwell's brow furrowed, his face contouring with displeasure.

Archer clicked his tongue, "Look at you, playing the martyr. If you really like her, just keep her close."

"She's still wearing Mrs. Templeton's title, and Darren is known in the circle for being a sleaze. I'm not crazy enough to enjoy being cheated on." Maxwell's impatience was clear as he shut down the conversation, "Zip it; watch the road."

Darren's reputation as a “sleaze” was somewhat undeserved. At worst, he was a lecher who liked young women, but it was always consensual.

Upon leaving the Night Club, Rosemary took a cab straight back to her apartment. Passing by Maxwell's suitcase while getting clothes from the wardrobe, she paused while untying her hair, and then decided to toss the six-figure luggage out into the hallway.

The weather had taken a nosedive, and after being outside, Rosemary's hands and feet had gone numb. She filled the bathtub with water and added a few drops of sleep-inducing essential oil.

After a soothing bath, drying her hair, and applying moisturizing lotion, Rosemary slipped into her fuzzy pajamas and stepped out.

As soon as she opened the door, there was a knock. The only people who knew she lived here were Martin and Maxwell, and she hadn't even told Yolanda to avoid worrying her.