Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 86

"Yep," Maxwell was stingy with words.

Rosemary waited for a good while but got nothing more out of him, impatiently blurting out, "Spit it out already, or get away."

Maxwell stared at her, lips tight pressed, clearly not a fan of the scowl and undisguised annoyance plastered on her face.

Back at Meadowlark Retreat, no matter how cold he acted, this woman always managed to keep her cool with a smile. But now.

He frowned slightly, "Let's go."

Rosemary was puzzled; where were they gonna go? Maxwell was really something else, always coming up with new antics.

Seeing her stand still, looking guarded and taking a step back as if he was some creepy guy trying to kidnap a decent woman, Maxwell felt a tightness in his chest out of annoyance, his voice laced with icy sarcasm, "If you wanna know who that person is, play nice and follow me."

"Just tell me the name; it's the dead of night, not safe for a lone man and woman."

Maxwell's face was beyond ugly now, his grip on the doorknob so tight the veins on the back of his hand stood out, a clear sign of his fury. He gritted his teeth, "Rosemary, what exactly do you think I'd do to you?"

"Who knows?" Rosemary tilted her chin up, standing half a head shorter but not losing an inch of her defiant stance. The disdain in her eyes couldn't be more obvious, "You've been sticking to me like a bad smell lately, and aside from Victoria, there's no other woman around for you to get your kicks. It's not unusual for a guy to get a screw loose when he's frustrated."

"Me? With you?" Maxwell's frosty gaze ran over her, "Seems like you're not just brainless but also way too full of yourself. A woman who couldn't spark an ounce of interest in me even after three years of marriage is bound to be just as dull if another three years passed."

This guy was really a piece of work! Losing her cool, Rosemary grabbed a shoehorn and swung it at him, only to have her wrist caught swiftly by Maxwell, "All prickly and quick to throw punches, what are you, a porcupine in human form?"

He dragged her out, pinning her hands behind her back with one hand, and tossed the shoehorn on the ground, almost embracing her as he led her towards the elevator.

Rosemary stiffened against his chest, her mind racing not with anger but with the sudden realization: She wasn't wearing a bra!

Although it was winter and the pajamas were thick, not showing much at a glance, the close contact made the irregularity unmistakable.

She tensed up her voice, "Let go; I can walk on my own."

Maxwell looked down at her, "You think I'd trust you?"

"Then let me go change into something more appropriate, at least to face confrontation with some dignity," Rosemary was not sure if Maxwell had noticed anything amiss. She glanced up at him, but his expression was as cold as ever, showing no signs of change.

She couldn't tell if it was the lack of a bra making her more self-conscious, but she felt every bit of friction with acute discomfort while they moved.

Embarrassed and annoyed, she felt like her head was going to explode, and yet Maxwell seemed unfazed. There was no outlet for her frustration.

Out of the blue, Maxwell added, "Even if you dressed in king's robe, you couldn't intimidate anyone."