Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love

Rosemary was a bit out of sorts at first, it wasn’t until she caught sight of the flat shoes in the box that she realized what Maxwell was up to.

In that split second, her ankle was already held by the man.

Maxwell’s palm was running hot, a heat she could feel even through her cloth. Rosemary, not used to this kind of touch, twitched her foot away and whispered, “I can do this myself.” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

A scene like this that would make a viewer in a romantic idol drama swoon, but in real life, it only made her feel awkward, especially with two people looking on. She wished she could dig up a mansion on the spot to shelter herself from the embarrassment!

And seeing their envious looks, she knew they must’ve found this whole spectacle super sweet!

Rosemary wasn’t about to blame herself, no way. It had to be the wrong guy, that Maxwell was flawed, he didn’t deserve such a romance, that’s why she felt out of place.

The man was looking down, his long lashes, the lines of his nose and jaw all visible from Rosemary’s angle. Sensing her resistance, his grip tightened slightly, his brows knitted together, and his lips pursed into a displeased curve, “Don’t move.”

With little effort, her shoe was slipped off. Rosemary’s fair skin was now exposed, revealing the scrapes on her heels and ankles. Blood seeped from the broken skin, leaving a large red patch.

In a romantic drama, Maxwell should’ve been staring at her wound with a distraught look on his face. But in reality, the jerk scoffed coldly and teased, “Rosemary, how did you even survive being this dumb? Can’t you even squeak in pain?”

“I’m not a rat, what’s there to squeak about? Why don’t you give it a try, let’s hear you squeak,” Rosemary forcefully pulled her foot from the man’s palm. She had decided if he didn’t let go, she’d

kick him away!

Whether it was because she was strong or he had loosened his grip, she easily broke free.

The sales assistant had picked out a pair of sneakers and even thoughtfully paired them with cotton socks, though taking them off later would be a bit of a pain, with the socks likely sticking to the wounds.

Just as Rosemary was about to put on the shoes, Maxwell held her hand and turned to the assistant, “Do you have any band aids?”

The two, who were cracking up with giggles, suddenly straightened up at the question and replied they did, then they turned to get the band aids from the drawer behind the counter.

Rosemary wanted to do it herself. However, seeing how adeptly Maxwell took the band aid, opened the packaging, and applied it to her wound gave rise to a tangle of feelings in her heart, “You’re pretty skilled, have been doing your homework, huh?”

Aside from her, the only other woman close to him was Victoria. There was no doubt who taught him those skills.

Rosemary could swear, she was just speaking her mind, without any sarcasm.

Maxwell helped her put on the socks in a straightforward manner, his movements far from delicate, “If you had some product knowledge, you wouldn’t be sniping like this here.”

Maxwell changed out of the green embroidered suit Rosemary had purposely chosen to tease him. He bought another outfit in his usual style. He then took out some cash from his wallet and handed it to the sales assistant who had helped with the shoes, as a tip.

As Rosemary was about to get up, Maxwell naturally bent down and scooped her up in his arms.

The elevator was right next to them. The man carried her all the way to the basement floor, then called Jason to drive over to pick them up.

While waiting, Maxwell suddenly said, “I haven’t.”

Rosemary was all question marks, “Haven’t what?”

“I’ve never put a band aid on anyone, nor have I bought shoes for anyone.”

And that was it. Maxwell dropped her off at her apartment building, watched her enter in, and left.

The next day, the news of Stacey being kicked out of the Stellar Group made the top three trending searches not long after it came out.

Logically, such a nobody shouldn’t have had such a big impact. But with the scandalous news spreading widely before, the Stellar Group was now desperately trying to survive, making a big show to let everyone know—Stacey and Stellar Group no longer had anything to do with each other.

In the video, Stacey was thrown out of Stellar Group’s building by security. Her belongings were scattered all over the ground, looking like a plucked chicken, no longer had the grandeur she once had.

Rosemary just glanced at the news and lost interest, exiting the news page.

She wasn’t worried about Stacey causing trouble. After the last incident, not to mention whether security would let people in, speaking about fighting one-on-one, she could pin her down and scrub the floor with just one hand.

—All thanks to plenty of practice in the past.

The spot on her foot where she hurt herself yesterday was still sore, so Rosemary planned to stay at home today. The porcelain vase she was working on was nearly repaired. She planned to wrap it up these days and return to work at Heritage Revive Studio once it’s fixed.

But one never knows what life brings. Around five in the afternoon, she received a call from Larry Chambers.

The voice coming through the phone was affable, “Rosemary, Dad’s back in the country. Let’s have dinner tonight.”

She knew without guessing why he’d suddenly come back. He hadn’t told her before returning, but was proactively inviting her to dinner after coming back.

“You go ahead, I’m busy.”

“Are you too busy even to see your own father?”

That tone of reproach.

Rosemary was irritated inside. Even though it didn’t take long for her father to show his true colors after her stepmother came, she had once enjoyed his fatherly love. When her mother was alive, all his affection was for her; and even after all these years, she still felt disappointed and upset every time he talked to her in such a tone.

She replied, “Mm.”

Larry was probably vexed, he remained silent for quite a few seconds before responding, “Then you go ahead. It’s the same to me whether I speak with you or Maxwell.”

Rosemary was about to hang up but at his words, she frowned, “You invited Maxwell too?”

“Look at you, Maxwell is my son-in-law, of course I should invite him for a meal when I’m back in the country.”

Rosemary clenched her teeth, “ Send me the address.”

She’s not worried about Maxwell would be at a disadvantage with Larry. It’s a case of the pot calling the kettle black; both of them are no easy marks. What really worried her was the thought of those two teaming up to throw her under the bus!

Larry was now trying to drum up some money to save Stacey, and if Maxwell agreed, he would definitely make her foot the bill. It’ll just give him another excuse to keep delaying, and winning the divorce suit would be even harder!

Once Rosemary got the address, she hustled over. As soon as she was led to the entrance of the private room by a waiter, she heard Larry spouting outrageous nonsense: “Rosemary and Stacey have always been close. If she knew that her little sister, whom she has doted on since childhood, was treated such way, she would definitely be heartbroken!”