Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love

He was bringing up Martin again!

"Can we not drag unrelated people into our business? Seriously."

"When you mentioned Victoria, you didn't seem to have that kind of awareness."

Rosemary smirked sarcastically, "Oh, she's unrelated?"

Maxwell didn't say a word, but his look clearly screamed that she was being unreasonable.

"An unrelated person flashing your supplementary card around, dropping hundreds of thousands in one go? Really?"

Maxwell's supplementary card had no spending limit. How could just anyone get their hands on that sort of privilege?

Frowning, he asked, "Who told you that?"

"Your little sweetheart spilled the beans."

The term “little sweetheart” tightened Maxwell's frown as he gripped her chin with his long fingers, sizing her up as if she were an item for sale, "How have you managed to survive this long with such a birdbrain?"

"Maxwell!"

Before Rosemary could retort, the waiter started bringing dishes to the table one after another. She shook off his hand, maintaining a safe distance between them.

Pearl had even specially selected a bottle of fine wine for the couple. Rosemary didn't touch the wine, and just quietly ate her meal with her head down, staying silent the entire time.

Midway through the meal, Maxwell's phone rang, lighting up the table with the caller ID “Victoria” flashing on the screen. In front of the spread, Rosemary, catching a glimpse of the name, suddenly lost her appetite and began to aimlessly poke at the food on her plate.

After a glance at his phone, Maxwell put down his utensils, picked up the device, leaned back against the soft chair, and answered, "What's up?"

Seconds later, his expression darkened visibly, "Got it."

He stood up and said to Rosemary, "Something's come up with Victoria. I need to check it out."

Rosemary had expected this. His tone didn't faze her; wasn't he always leaving her behind after a call from Victoria?

She was used to it. Besides, she was so over him. If he couldn't let go, why wouldn't he just divorce her? Why not just stick by Victoria's side openly?

Their table was by the window, and through the glass, Rosemary watched him bend down to get into his car.

"Rosemary?" Just then, a familiar voice sounded above her.

Looking up, Rosemary was momentarily taken aback upon seeing Martin standing before her. She quickly regained her composure, "What a coincidence, you're here for dinner?"

They weren't on bad terms; otherwise, she wouldn't have thought of him first when she needed help.

Asking for help was a favor; there was no obligation. She wasn't petty enough to hold a grudge against Martin just because he had once refused her.

As for that audio clip, it might have been a misunderstanding. Since he said it wasn't him that day, she decided to believe him.

"I'm friends with the owner of this restaurant. Came to discuss some business." Martin replied, noticing the second set of utensils on the table and glancing around, "You're here with Maxwell?" This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Instinctively, Rosemary denied it, "No, I was with a friend. She just left."

Subconsciously, she didn't want others to know she had been left alone in the restaurant by her husband.

Martin paused for a second but didn't call her out, "I haven't eaten either. Mind if I join you?"

As he asked, he already sat down, leaving Rosemary no choice but to swallow her polite refusal, "Not at all."

Martin called over a waiter, had the almost untouched meal cleared away, and ordered some fresh dishes, "Try the house specials."

Rosemary had already had her fill earlier, but in this situation, she just nodded along. Meanwhile, downstairs Maxwell got into the car and instructed Jason, "To the BrightSky Building."

Before starting the car, Jason glanced through the windshield at the darkening sky, "Mr. Templeton, isn't Mrs. Templeton coming with you? The weather forecast mentioned a storm tonight. Looks like it's about to start."

"After you drop me off, come back to pick her up."

Maxwell took out his phone, thinking to message Rosemary to wait at the restaurant, but considering her temper, she probably wouldn't comply. So he grabbed the umbrella from the car and stepped back out.

Back in the restaurant, Martin, seeing Rosemary distracted, casually inquired, "You look a bit off. Something wrong?"

Rosemary didn't think she looked troubled, but at Martin's query, she reflexively touched her face.

Seeing her subconsciously gesture, Martin gently smiled and placed a bowl of soup by her, "Need any help?"

Rosemary knew he was just being polite; she didn't seriously intend to ask Martin to help raise money. After all, 300 million wasn't a small sum.

But with the conversation headed this way, she rested her cheek on her hand and joked, "Help me? How about lending me 300 million, huh?"

He looked at Rosemary, trying to gauge the seriousness of her words. After a few seconds, he asked, "Why not ask Maxwell? That sort of money's nothing to him."

Rosemary's gaze dropped, the dim light casting a soft shadow on her face, highlighting her pallor. Yeah, Maxwell wasn't short on cash, but all his money was tied up pampering Victoria!

Annoyed by the thought, she dropped the subject and started drinking. She nearly finished the bottle of wine Pearl had ordered, and with the alcohol kicking in, she let her guard down, her face flushed with a self-deprecating smile.

Martin didn't stop her from drinking; sometimes a bit of sorrow-drowning was a necessary release.

When Rosemary noticed Martin's empty glass as she reached for the bottle, she poured him a drink too.

"Care for a drink?"

She lifted her glass with a light smile, a look that would captivate any man.

Martin was no exception. Realizing he was momentarily captivated, Martin was about to take a sip when a cold sneer from behind caught him off guard, "You dare drink what she pours?"