Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 97

Before, Christ had come over to help Maxwell with some paperwork, so he knew where the study was. He made a beeline for the door, “Ms. Chambers, Mrs. Pearl Templeton sent me to check if you've found her report."

He'd overheard everything downstairs and knew there wasn't any report in the study.

Rosemary looked up, red around the eyes and as pale as a ghost. Her gaze was distant and vacant, as if she was looking through Christ rather than at him.

Christ asked, “Feeling under the weather?”

“No.” Rosemary pulled out a painting from the drawer without hiding it from Christ. As she moved to the door, she noticed his puzzled look at the painting in her hand and pushed it toward him, asking with a smile, “Pretty, isn’t it? I’m thinking of hanging it up on the bedroom wall.”

Christ was speechless. He eyed the dark and gloomy painting, swallowing hard.

Might be better suited for warding off evil spirits on the bedroom door, he thought to himself. He didn't say anything, but Rosemary could tell by his constipated expression that he knew what was up.

Back when she created that painting, her days with the Chambers family were tough as nails -crushed by her awful dad and stepmom, and constantly butting heads with Stacey, who seemed hell-bent on making her life a living nightmare. No wonder her mood was in the gutter. The fact that she didn't go on a midnight rampage with a knife was a testament to her lingering goodness.

A painting birthed from such a state of mind, with mood as its theme, was bound to be eerie and sinister. So when it sold, she thought she'd found some sucker with more money than sense, and her art teacher probably thought the same, dragging her off to buy lottery tickets a bunch of times.

But looking back, the real fool wasn’t the buyer - it was her. He'd made her life's canvas darker with just a small wad of cash, all to get a laugh from his girlfriend, plunging her headfirst into a whirlpool of verbal abuse.

Heading downstairs, Rosemary forced a smile when she met Pearl's anxious eyes, “Pearl, something came up. I’ll have Wendy go with you to the hospital for the check-up, okay? The doctor’s got copies of all the reports. You can just go straight there.”

“Okay.” Pearl gave Rosemary a careful once-over. Something wasn't right; she didn’t look happy at all. Testing the waters, Pearl asked, “Rosemary, did you see something special in Maxwell’s study? You don’t seem too chipper since coming down.”

Rosemary didn't want to worry Pearl, “Yeah, I saw something special. Not upset, just a bit shocked, so I need to find Maxwell.”

Hearing this, Pearl relaxed, patting her hand, “Alright, go find him. Couples should hash it out and not bottle things up. And don’t throw around talk of divorce; it’s bad mojo. I’ll have the driver take you.”

“No need, I’ve got my car.”

Leaving the estate, Rosemary drove straight to the Templeton Group building, knowing exactly where to find Maxwell's office.

The receptionist tried to stop her, but when she said she was there to process her resignation, they let her through.

Everyone at the company knew Rosemary got her job through connections - easy work, high pay, and up-close access to Mr. Templeton. And since she left, the envy-inducing position was up for grabs.

Besides Christ, there was no one else close to Mr. Templeton now.