Whispers of Destiny His Belated Love -
Chapter 57
Chapter 57
Rosemary was awkwardly wrapped in his arms, her drenched hair dripping water incessantly, and it took her at good while to stop coughing. She finally looked up and glared at the guy to blame, “What the heck are you doing here?”
Her eyes were bloodshot from the hot spring water, and her long, curly lashes were dotted with droplets, making her look all kinds of pitiful at that moment.
It made one really want to,
you.
Maxwell bit his lip, and after a moment, three words popped into his mind–to
tease you
Rosemary’s eyes hurt, and her throat was sore. She had wanted to soak in the hot spring and chill out, but almost got choked to death instead. She was full of resentment and her voice was tinged with displeasure, “How did you get in?”
She remembered locking the door.
Maxwell didn’t say a word, only giving her a dismissive look, clearly mocking her for being naive, but he was reserved and didn’t make it too obvious.
Seeing that he remained silent, Rosemary’s anger intensified, “Why are you being such a creep, barging into someone else’s private hot spring pool?”
With the moment ruined, she said those words and turned to walk towards the shore, but after only a few steps, the man caught her wrist and pulled her back.
“Creep?”
Maxwell leaned in close, his cool lips almost touching hers, his calloused hand caressing her skin, his voice a bit hoarse. “We’re husband and wife, what’s so creepy about sharing one hot spring?”
Rosemary’s face turned crimson, and she stiffened up in his embrace.
Their close proximity and scant clothing led to unavoidable touches, letting each other feel each other’s
reactions
Maxwell felt the waist he was holding tense up like a stick. He looked down and saw her pretty cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, softened by the steam, looking fresh and tempting, stirring up all kinds of wild thoughts.
His gaze darkened, as if shrouded in shadow, fixed on her plump lips. He closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and it took him a while to suppress the urge rising inside him.
Rosemary didn’t provoke him further at such a moment. After all, anyone who could remain composed under such circumstances was either a gentleman or had something wrong with their body.
Clearly, Maxwell was neither.
She quickly got back to the initial topic, frowning. “What are you doing here?”
“Taking a bath.”
That damn liar!
Rosemary cursed inwardly and bluntly called out Maxwell’s lame lie, “You have your own private hot spring in your room.”
The corners of his mouth curled up in an amused smile, “I prefer the public ones, they’re livelier.”
“Well, go next door then. It’s full of people there, as lively as you want.”
Rosemary seized the moment to push Maxwell away and walked over to the edge, wrapping herself tightly in a towel from the rack before pulling herself out of the water.
She went to the changing room to get dressed, while Maxwell’s gaze lingered on her until she was completely
out of sight behind the changing room door. Then he leaned back and clicked his tongue.
Dressed and out of the changing roorn, Rosemary didn’t greet Maxwell; she just left with a cold face.
When she got back to her floor, she saw Christ waiting at her door from a distance.
“Ms. Chambers, Mr. Templeton asked me to bring down your luggage.”
“Thanks.”
Rosemary took the handle of the suitcase from Christ, ignored his hesitation to speak further, and entered her room with the keycard.
The next morning, not even seven o’clock, she was awakened by persistent knocking at the door. She was tempted to ignore it, but the knocker wouldn’t give up, so she got out of bed grumpily and went to answer the door with a lot of noise.
Outside stood Maxwell, looking sharp in a crisp black shirt and impeccably ironed suit pants, looking immaculately put together from head to toe.
Rosemary propped the door open with no motion to invite him in, her hair a mess and her face showing clear signs of sleepiness, she asked, “What’s up?”
Maxwell: “Let’s go to breakfast.”
She blinked, wondering if she was still half asleep and hallucinating, “I’ll call room service later.” Then she began to close the door.
The man glanced at her, pushed the door open further, and stormed inside with large steps, clearly displeased, “Mr. Ferber and others will be there too. You have ten minutes to get ready.”
Rosemary understood; he wasn’t inviting her to breakfast out of goodwill but calling her to put on an act.
Though still feeling sleepy and reluctant, the thought of that ten million made her grab her clothes and head to the bathroom.
Ten minutes was a rush, so she just applied some primer without bothering with makeup.
By the time they got to the restaurant, Mr. and Mrs. Ferber were already there.
After one night, the bruise on Mr. Ferber’s nose, where Rosemary had hit him with her phone, had become more pronounced, swollen, and purple, drawing attention to it instantly.
Maxwell paused, “Mr. Ferber, what happened?”
Mr. Ferber touched his nose awkwardly, wincing at the pain, “I slipped in the bathroom last night and accidentally hit the bathtub.”
He said it with a bit of gritted teeth. If he hadn’t run into Rosemary in the elevator last night and hadn’t been emboldened by alcohol, he wouldn’t have laid hands on her these days, even if he had the intention.
But because of last night, he was somewhat guilty and had his assistant specifically check, Rosemary and Maxwell were indeed sleeping in separate rooms, not even on the same floor.
This didn’t look like a normal couple at all!
There was no media reports about Maxwell being married, and even the rumors had only started a while ago, without any solid evidence. So, it was still up in the air whether they were actually married.
This gave Mr. Ferber some confidence, and his gaze on Rosemary was even bolder than the day before.
Maxwell gave him a look, cryptic in its intent, as if scrutinizing him, “You better be careful, Mr. Ferber. That’s a nasty bump. Have you seen a doctor?”
Mr. Ferber laughed awkwardly, and the airflow over the injury immediately made him wince in pain, “Yes, I hav It’s nothing serious, just needs some time to heal.”
14
Chapter 57
Rosemary watched the show unfold while leisurely having her breakfast. Afterwards, the group agreed to go play golf.
The golf course wasn’t far away, and since they had just eaten breakfast, jumping into anything too intense right away wasn’t a good idea. So they decided to walk there as a way to digest their meal.
Rosemary wasn’t in the mood for socializing, as she was too repulsed by that lewd man to even bear talking. with him a bit longer!
She deliberately slowed down her pace and before long, she was trailing behind, maintaining a distance that was neither too close for comfort nor too far to notice.
Her gaze was fixed on the scenic trees lining the path, her thoughts drifting, unaware of someone approaching beside her.
Chapter 58
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