Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love

Maxwell watched Rosemary with evident interest, "So spill the beans, what am I supposedly up to?"

She rolled her eyes; hell she knew what he was scheming. After a standoff, Rosemary started to walk away. As she passed by Maxwell, he murmured so faintly it was almost a whisper, "You want that woman to apologize, no need to make such a song and dance about it."

She glanced back at him, and there he was, all high and mighty with a “come on, beg me” look plastered on his face.

She tilted her head defiantly, "In your dreams, buddy."

"Rosemary." Maxwell's gaze sliced through her like a knife, a vein throbbing uncontrollably on his forehead, "Where is your fricking manners?"

Maxwell was dressed in dark hues today, his features and contours appearing more cutting. Shirley and her entourage had already shrunk back to the walls, with only Rosemary bold enough to face him head-on, "I don’t need them when facing you."

With that, she stopped paying him any attention and headed straight for the hall.

Shirley, still standing there, didn't get Maxwell's drift. Was he planning to settle scores for Rosemary? But she was the one who got hit!

She had intended to make that wretched woman kneel and beg for mercy, but before she could act, Maxwell had kicked the door in.

Shirley edged closer cautiously, her face oozing flattery, tentatively asking, "Mr. Templeton, do you know Rosemary?"

From the looks of it, anyone could tell their connection was deep. She thought Maxwell wouldn't give her the time of day, but after giving her a cursory glance, he condescended to say, "She's my wife."

Shirley was stunned. His wife? Rosemary was Maxwell's wife?! How could that be!

If she really was Mrs. Templeton, wouldn't she have flaunted that fact already? Let’s not talk about making Crystal apologize in front of everyone, she could call off the Sullivan family engagement with just a word. Since she hadn't, Maxwell must be fibbing.

Yeah, that had to be it. But for someone of Mr. Templeton's status to lie for Rosemary already spoke volumes. Even if she wasn't Mrs. Templeton, she was still his number one gal.

Shirley's knees buckled, and she crumpled to the floor, her face ashen. It was a while before someone helped her up, "Shirley, you okay?"

"I've been screwed over by Crystal!" Her voice was shrill with regret. When she looked up, the restroom entrance was empty, and she was still in a daze, "Where's Mr. Templeton?"

"He left."

Otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to help her up!

After leaving the restroom, Rosemary went to the foyer. She didn't mingle with the crowd, and just sat on the sofa in the lounge area, resting her chin on her hands, staring at Crystal, who was basking in the limelight with Bernard, thanking the guests, her face radiating the triumph of snagging a wealthy husband-to-be.

Crystal managed to keep a smile plastered on her face for a while, but soon Rosemary's stare made her uncomfortable. She whispered something to Bernard and started heading towards the lounge area.

"What on earth are you up to?"

Her face still wore a mask-like smile, but her eyes were about to spit fire with rage!

"Don't you know what I want?" Rosemary frowned with impatience, "You've got five minutes. If you don't do as I say, I'll just have to share the juicy story with everyone here."

Crystal glared at her, "I dare you!"

"Let's see if I dare or not." Rosemary's expression was frosty, "Crystal, I was actually planning to let bygones be bygones with you, but you just had to remind me over and over of those unhappy memories. If I'm not happy, do you think you can just prance around engaged and merry? Dream on."

Crystal glanced towards the restroom, no sign of Shirley yet. Hadn't she told her to destroy the video? She couldn't even handle this simple task, utterly useless!

"I'll pay for the video in your hands." Crystal clenched her teeth with resentment, "You name the price."

She couldn't apologize; that would be slapping her own face, as well as the Sullivan family's. The engagement would be ruined.

She had worked so hard to get to this point; she couldn't let it fall apart now! She wished she had known earlier that Rosemary was a nutcase; she would've just sucked it up.

"Four minutes left."

While the standoff was tense, the emcee started speaking with fervor, spewing blessings left and right, "And now, let's welcome our lovely couple to the floor for their first dance."

Bernard approached Crystal, extending his hand, "Let's go."

Crystal's emotions were still in turmoil, but she managed a smile, "Okay."

She decided to take a gamble, betting that Rosemary was just bluffing. Her last boyfriend was from her college days, and though she and Rosemary were at each other's throats back then, they had gone their separate ways after graduation and hadn't kept in touch. Who would keep an enemy's steamy video for three years? NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Rosemary stepped closer with a smile, "Bernard, there's something I want to show you."

Her voice was calm, her lips slightly curved, and her stunning looks paired with that poised confidence made it easy to be entranced. Bernard was momentarily dazzled, so he didn't refuse right away.

The dance music had started; with the spotlight and everyone's eyes on them, they also noticed the odd trio. This looked like a wedding heist?

In this face-off, Rosemary was clearly holding the upper hand. Crystal, in a panic, clung to her fiancé's hand, "Bernard, don't listen to her."

Bernard's voice joined hers, "What is it?"

Rosemary pulled out her phone, and to give a better view, she had to step even closer.

Crystal tensed up, her voice barely above a whisper, "Okay."

If it weren't for fear of arousing Bernard's suspicion, she would've snatched the phone right then and there.

Before Rosemary could even blink, a hand swooped in and yanked her away from Bernard. Everyone was gobsmacked by this sudden twist, their heads snapping around to stare at Maxwell, who just popped up behind Rosemary.

The guy had this chilly vibe oozing off him, and with his high-and-mighty status, nobody dared to give him the cold shoulder.

Nobody had a clue what he was up to, and not a soul was gutsy enough to pipe up in the middle of this showdown.

Rosemary wasn't digging all the attention and frowned, trying to play it cool as she attempted to slip her hand out from Maxwell's grip.

But just as she made her move, Maxwell clamped down on her fingers in a rough and ready way, interlocking their fingers and grabbing hold of her hand again.