Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 94

Maxwell's gaze landed on Rosemary's face, utterly expressionless, "No need for me to call Victoria now, huh? For Martin's sake, you really are willing to swallow any bitterness."

He reached out towards her, and as Rosemary caught sight of his cold, angry eyes, she couldn't shake off the feeling that he might be reaching to choke the life out of her.

She leaned back slightly, dodging Maxwell's touch. His hand paused mid-air, and then clenched into a fist, "About the divorce."

He left his sentence hanging there, as if he was deliberately keeping her on tenterhooks. Rosemary watched him, her lips slowly pressed.

With a casual look, the man's polite, indifferent face twisted into a nasty smirk, "Not gonna happen."

Rosemary clenched her teeth in silent fury. Fricking douchebag!

She was already a powder keg of pent-up emotions, and his teasing just lit the fuse. She exploded!

"Get out."

Maxwell nonchalantly closed his eyes, "Drive. Don't forget you still owe me money. Even without marital obligations, it's only fair you work off your debt as a driver. A debtor snarling more than the creditor - who'd lend you money after this?"

Rosemary lifted her chin and sneered, got out, pulled open the door, and without a sliver of courtesy, yanked Maxwell out of the car.

Logically, with a man's strength and natural weight advantage, he shouldn't have been pulled out so easily, but somehow, Rosemary managed just that!

She slammed the car door shut with a thud, slid back into the driver's seat, and drove towards the exit.

It was an engagement party today, and everyone was dressed lightly. The night air was as biting as a knife, stinging the skin. Just the few minutes of getting out, dragging a person, and getting back in, her fingers were already numb with cold. She warmed them up by the aircon vent before they regained feeling.

She glanced at the rearview mirror. Maxwell was still standing there, his eyes, narrow and deep, staring intently in her direction.

Was he going to freeze to death? The thought had barely crossed Rosemary's mind when she squashed it. The Sullivan family wouldn't just ignore Maxwell standing out there; their villa was one of the early purchases in an area that had since been developed, so it wasn't isolated.

The roads were busy. As Rosemary drove off, she saw plenty of empty taxis, so she completely let go of her worry.

Once home, Rosemary headed straight to the bathroom to remove her makeup, shower, and put on a face mask. By the time she finished, it was almost eleven o'clock.

She crawled into bed, planning to scroll through her phone before sleeping. Just as she opened a video app, Maxwell's call came in.

She stared at the name on the screen, hesitating for a few seconds before answering, "What's up?"

"Spring Hospital. Come and sign."

It wasn't Maxwell on the other end. She froze for a few seconds before recognizing the voice, "Archer?"

She wasn't close with Archer, having met him just a few times and heard him speak. The voice through the phone sounded different than in person, so she wasn't sure.