Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 89

Pearl clutched her chest as she stood up, feeling like she had been hit with more shocks tonight than in the past few decades combined. Dinner was definitely off the table for her. Seeing her state, Rosemary moved to help, but was brushed off, "I need some air. You guys finish up and get outta here too. My poor heart, it’s been through the wringer, I tell ya."

She waved at Wendy, "Hand them the invite."

Wendy picked up an engagement party invitation from the coffee table and handed it to Rosemary before heading to the kitchen. Although Maxwell was the one who hired her, with the two of them at each other's throats, heading towards divorce, it made more sense, logically and emotionally, to give it to him. But the way he sat there, silently smirking, it was downright creepy.

Rosemary unfolded the invite and raised an eyebrow when she saw the bride-to-be's name. Turned out to be a college classmate, from the same department no less.

Maxwell, who had been watching her like a hawk, asked, "Bad blood?"

"Not really, just not the best of friends."

First and second in class, natural-born archenemies.

"Mrs. Templeton, you sure have enemies in everywhere. Seems like you can't even snag an invite without bumping into someone who's got beef with you." Maxwell spoke with thick sarcasm, "But with your fiery temper, only a thick-skinned tomboy like Yolanda could probably handle you."

Rosemary figured he was taking a jab at her as payback for the earlier humiliation her mom dished out to Victoria. He couldn't lash out at his elders, so he dumped his anger on her.

She scoffed dismissively. The guy was not just a jerk, he was petty to the core. She had already decided to let him be with Victoria and wasn’t about to waste her time on such trivial spats, "No need for secrecy about Pearl’s situation now. Find some time, and let's just get the paperwork done."

Maxwell’s lips curled into a half-smile, a hint of laughter in his voice, "Didn’t catch what I said in the car earlier? I brought you back to clear the air with mom, not to get her riled up. You didn’t do what I asked, and now you're laying down conditions?"

"You expect me to clean up your mess?" Rosemary trembled with anger, her finger shaking as she pointed at him, "Maxwell, are you even a man?"

Maxwell leaned back, looking at her with a sneer, and said nonchalantly, "Why don’t you reach down and find out?"

Rosemary glanced at the teacup in front of her, then back at Maxwell's sanctimonious face, "I'd rather not stoop to your level."

The next second, she threw the tea right in his face. The warm droplets trickled down his lashes, nose, chin, and cheeks, leaving the usually suave Mr. Templeton in a sorry state. But his face remained impassive, still holding the pose from before, not even blinking.

Rosemary turned away, "Wendy, call the driver. Get the car ready."

This was infuriating; what a douchebag! She had barely taken two steps when she heard the grating sound of a chair moving behind her. Then she was forcefully spun around as someone grabbed her wrist.

The man's face was still wet as he wrapped his other arm around her waist, leaning in close enough for his breath to fan her face, "Clean it up."

Rosemary stood her ground, her defiance slow and enunciated, "Dream on."

She expected Maxwell to lose it - anyone would after getting splashed in the face - but he just chuckled, "Wendy, go downstairs."

With a “yes”, Wendy didn't bother tidying up the mess on the table and hurried back to her room.

Maxwell repeated, "I said, wipe it off."

Rosemary stood firm, "And I'll say it again - no, freaking, way!"