Whispers of Destiny His Belated Love

Chapter 62



Chapter 62 

Martin, this is a matter between my wife and me 

Maxwell’s tone was tense, the message crystal clear–it was not suitable for an outsider like him to intervene 

The situation turned eerily tense, with an almost imperceptible scent of gunpowder in the air, mingling with the faint smell of blood, and Mr. Ferber’s intermittent cries of pain. It felt like things could explode at any second. 

Yet Martin seemed unconcerned, casually saying, “Maxwell, our emotions tonight aren’t conducive to further discussion. Handle your stuff here first. I’ll take Rosemary home.” 

His gaze swept down the hallway, and Maxwell caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye–many doors were open all over, the earlier disturbance had alarmed other guests, who were now peeking from behind their doors, some even sneakily filming with their phones. 

Maxwell, with a cold face, turned his gaze back to Rosemary. She had rushed out in such a hurry that she was only wearing her pajamas, conservative but still outlining her alluring curves. 

He took off his jacket and draped it over Rosemary without a word. 

Rosemary frowned, about to refuse, but then she heard the man’s voice, icy to extreme, “Do want to parade around like this?” 

She had been too caught up in the tension earlier to consider anything else. Now, hearing Maxwell’s words, she immediately reacted, her instinct making her duck behind Martin. 

Maxwell’s outstretched hand felt empty, his cool gaze fixed on her. 

But Rosemary didn’t care whether he was angry or not, “Keep your clothes for Victoria. There should be spare clothes in Martin’s car.” 

Maxwell’s voice grew heavier, “Martin has a penchant for cleanliness. He wouldn’t randomly lend his clothes to others.” 

Martin raised an eyebrow, “….” 

Before he could profess “don’t have a penchant for cleanliness,” he met Maxwell’s 

s stern look. 

Though no words were exchanged, the message was clear. 

Martin pressed his lips together, amused inwardly was his buddy treating him as a love rival? 

Not wanting Martin to misunderstand, he went along with it, “Yeah, I’m a clean freak, so just wear it, Rosemary. It’s your stuff, after all. Even if you don’t want it, don’t let it benefit others.” 

Who knew Martin, the ostensibly refined gentleman, could make such a veiled insult? But she had to admit, his words lightened her mood, and she stopped fussing about the clothes. 

Maxwell buttoned up the jacket for her and murmured to Rosemary, “Call me when you get home.” 

Rosemary didn’t respond. 

In the elevator, the tension finally eased from her, fatigue washing over her in waves. She slumped against the wall and said to Martin, “t would be too much trouble for you to run back and forth. How about lending me your car?” 

Worried he might be concerned after all, people usually don’t lend their cars, she added, “I’m a very safe driver. I haven’t had an accident or been fined since I got my license.” 

Martin chuckled, “What’s next, swear an oath to heaven?” 

Rosemary thought, she had never realized Martin could be funny. 

“I promised Maxwell I’d get you home safe. If I now give you the car and let you drive back alone, if nothing happens, great, but if there’s an accident, considering how he kicked Mr. Ferber earlier, I bet I’d end up doing 

rounds in the ICU 

Rosemary glanced at him, not sure why he’d think that. Maxwell’s kick wasn’t for her, It was because Mr. Ferber had besmirched Victoria’s reputation. 

She smiled wryly, “You’re overthinking it. Just don’t offend Victoria, or Maxwell might indeed do something drastic in a bid for her smile since scoundrels usually have no bottom line.” 

Martin, having witnessed everything, instantly understood her implications mentioning Victoria in the conversation. 

Maybe Maxwell was acting for you?” 

Rosemary looked up, her astonished eyes as if to say, “What the heck are you talking about.” 

Martin’s lips curved upwards lightly, his eyes warm, “Don’t sell yourself short; some things are not as they appear on the surface.” 

Rosemary didn’t want to dwell on this topic, knowing Martin, being Maxwell’s brother, would naturally play the peacemaker. She swiftly changed the subject. 

“By the way, how come you were there?” 

She remembered Martin lived on the 15th floor. 

“I was coming downstairs for something and took the emergency exit. I happened to hear your voice, and thought I’d check it out.” 

“Oh, that’s fortunate. Thank you.” 

Afterward, Rosemary was so tired she fell asleep on the way back, eventually awakened by Martin. She thanked him, got out of the car and totted into her apartment building. As for letting Maxwell knew she was safe, she definitely not. 

Right now, Maxwell, who knows, he might be on the phone with Victoria! 

Two days went by in calm, but Rosemary couldn’t find peace. 

She had expected to receive notice that the three hundred million debt was cleared, yet two days had passed without a word from either Maxwell or Harvey. 

So, she took the initiative to call Maxwell. 

“When will you return the promissory note to me?” 

There was a pause on the other end, then Rosemary heard him say, “Meeting adjourned.” 

She didn’t know he was in a meeting, but whatever. 

After a few seconds, Maxwell’s cold voice emerged again, “The deal didn’t go through, so the agreement to offset the three hundred million is vold.” 

“What did you say?!” 

Maxwell didn’t repeat himself, certain she had heard him clearly but was struggling to accept it. 

Rosemary took a full half minute to digest this before realizing… this despicable man intended to default! “According to our agreement, signing the contract meant the three hundred million debt was to be settled. The contract was signed. Why are you going back on your words?” 

Although she had anticipated that things might not go smoothly, which is why she had insisted on the extra ten million hardship fee earlier, but she never expected the twist to come from Maxwell’s end 

In contrast to Rosemary’s agitation, Maxwell’s tone was calm, as if stating some sort of fact: The contract fell through because of you, and you’ve got to take the responsibility” 

“Fuck you!” Rosemary exploded in anger, “you unilaterally tore up the contract for Victoria, what has it got to do with me? My job was just to accompany you and secure the contract, completion was marked by the 

signature. Whether it was successful or not afterwards is none of my business!” 


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