Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 88

Maxwell's lips were pressed into a straight line, his eyes coldly fixated on Rosemary as he spoke with a nonchalant tone, "Are you that interested?"

"I was just," Rosemary began, but halfway through her sentence, her face suddenly changed color. She grabbed the handrail tightly and cried out to him in a frantic panic, "Maxwell, watch the road, not me! You're driving, for heaven’s sake - look ahead!"

Her voice was so loud it almost cracked.

Though this road wasn't bustling with traffic, there were still cars around. Maxwell, the madman, was only looking at her and not slowing down one bit. It looked like they were about to rear-end the car ahead.

Rosemary shut her eyes tight and screamed, "Ah, we're gonna crash!"

A piercing brake sound filled the air, but the expected collision never came. Aside from a bit of shoulder pain from the seatbelt's sudden tug, there was no other hurt.

Rosemary opened her eyes to find the Bentley's nose just inches away from the car in front. If he'd hit the brakes even a second later.

She was fuming, her voice taking on a shrill edge, "Maxwell, if you've got a death wish, go find someplace where you're the only casualty. Don't drag others into it, especially not me. I don't want people to think we died in some tragic love pact!"

"Shouldn't you be thrilled to die alongside me?" A smirk played on Maxwell’s lips as he leaned in close to her.

Their proximity suddenly closed to the point where they could clearly see their own reflections in each other's eyes.

Maxwell's gaze landed on her face. She wasn't wearing makeup today, just a thin layer of lip gloss on her lips. He stared at her lips, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his eyes growing deeper.

Rosemary's lips tightened, "How much must you hate me to do this? Think I'd be happy to die with you? You think I'd be thrilled by that kind of bad luck?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she unceremoniously pushed Maxwell away and scolded with a cold face, "Drive properly. Cut out the sickly-sweet act; it's making me want to smack you."

The man hit the back of the seat, his eyes clouding over with darkness, "Then don't worry about what you shouldn't."

Knowing he was referring to the mess with Victoria, Rosemary opened her mouth to speak, only to be met with a cold glance from Maxwell, "Shut it."

Due to this little episode, it was past six when they got back to the villa. Pearl, hearing the engine, came out of the villa, "Why are you back so late? I tried calling, but no one answered. I was worried sick."

Rosemary pulled out her phone and indeed saw two missed calls. She had it on silent and hadn't heard them.

"I had Wendy make your favorite dishes. You must be starving. Let's eat once you've washed your hands." Pearl hooked her arm with Rosemary's and walked towards the villa, "Wendy, Mrs. Rosemary is back; get the dishes out."

Maxwell watched the two walk away and was speechless. Huh, wondered who was the real kin here.

By the time he went in, Pearl and Rosemary were already seated at the dining table, ready to eat. His place setting was notably absent.

Maxwell washed his hands and sat down, "Wendy, fetch me some cutlery."

Wendy looked hesitantly at Pearl who was serving Rosemary, reminding, "Mr. Templeton, Mrs. Pearl Templeton's not in a good mood."

Pearl huffed without looking up, "Why eat at all? A man as fickle as you doesn't deserve a meal in our house. It's just a waste anyway."