Whispers of Destiny His Belated Love
Chapter 49

Rosemary did a double-take, checking out Martin in front of her and then glancing over his shoulderat the room behind him. She blurted out in surprise, "How come you are here?"

Martin cracked a smile and casually explained, "I drank too much with Archer last night and endedup staying over here."

"Oh." Facing Martin, Rosemary was at a loss for words. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe the threeyears had made them strangers to each other.

She forced a smile and turned to head downstairs.

"Rosemary." Martin called out to her, handing over a check, "I won't be needing any money for thetime being. There's no rush to pay me back."

Rosemary looked down and caught sight of the amount on the check – not a penny more or less,exactly the three hundred million she'd joked about before. It was all signed and ready to go; shecould just take it and head to the bank today to transfer the money to Maxwell.

To be honest, she was tempted.

Probably anyone would be tempted by such a large amount, especially since she urgently neededmoney.

Martin saw her staring at the check in silence, unsure if she was feeling embarrassed. He added,"About last time, I hope it didn't cause you any trouble. Sorry, I didn't know Maxwell was in the cartoo."

He didn't mean anything by it, just figured since she wasn't willing to discuss borrowing money withMaxwell, there must be some unspeakable reason behind it.

Rosemary was momentarily taken aback before she realized he was referring to that incident in theNight Club parking lot.

Recalling that scene, she blushed instantly, feeling the check in front of her was a hot potato shecouldn't touch.

She still remembered Maxwell's warning: If she dared to take Martin's money, he'd break herfingers!

Breaking fingers – she wasn't sure if he would actually do such a violent act, but she knew that ifshe took the money and Maxwell found out where it came from, he would surely not divorce her;instead, their entanglement would deepen.

Rosemary came to her senses and pushed the check back, "I've figured out the money issue,thanks for your kindness."

She refused, and Martin didn't insist, "Alright then."

The drama went late into the night, and at this time, Pearl was still resting. Rosemary sat at thedining table and glanced at the time.

Wendy served her a bowl of porridge and brought out a basket of breads, "Isn't today the weekend?Why's Mrs. Templeton up so early? Do you want to go back to bed after eating? The young masterspecifically instructed this morning not to disturb you, saying you were tired last night."

Rosemary almost choked on her porridge, what kind of bullshit was that? Maxwell did it on purpose!

"It's alright, Wendy, I have things to do later, so I'll leave after eating. Let Mom know when shewakes up."

"Sure," Wendy affectionately patted her back, helping her catch her breath, "Take your time eating,no rush."

Rosemary found it hard to explain, ultimately just smiling and nodding, then quickly finished hermeal and grabbed her bag to make a swift exit.

After the birthday party, she threw herself into a relentless cycle of work and overtime, occasionallycalling Louis to check on the odds of winning the lawsuit.

She had to be ready for all eventualities; in case Maxwell reneged after getting the money, sheneeded to have a backup plan. Who knew how long he intended to stay angry at Victoria?

Just thinking about it was irritating. Wasn't Victoria hailed by the media as the most beautiful dancerof the millennium?

They said no man could resist her charm, so how come she'd been back in the country for so longand yet, why hadn't she even managed to settle things with an ex-boyfriend who was sniffingaround her?

She was starting to question the credibility of those news!

While Rosemary was busy, Maxwell was too, with the contract with Quintin about to be signed andheaps of groundwork needing attention.

That evening, having finally dealt with all the urgent paperwork, Maxwell received a call from Archer.

"Where are you?"

"Pulling an all-nighter at the company." Maxwell could hear the background music through thephone, and it was anything but serious, "Is the Archer Group going bust? Is that why you're so idle

every day?"

Archer didn't back down, "Then why are you making all that dough, throwing money around like it'sgoing out of style? Are you planning to be buried with it, or are you buying yourself a diamondcoffin?"

"I read a news story once, about a husband who was the boss of a big company, worked himself todeath providing for the family, and died young, leaving behind a huge fortune. Six months later, hiswife walks down the aisle with his assistant, taking what he had fought for."

A vein on Maxwell's forehead twitched, unsure if it was due to excessive late nights lately, but he felta momentary dizziness.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, cutting Archer off, "Shut up."

Just then, Christ knocked and entered, "Mr. Templeton, here are the documents you requested."

He hadn't finished speaking when he felt a chill run down his spine.

Looking up, he met Maxwell's icy and frost-covered gaze.

Maxwell shifted his gaze away from Christ, lit a cigarette, and leaned back in his office chairexhaustively, and said to the person on the line with impatience, "If you have something to say, sayit. Otherwise, hang up."

Archer sensed the man's irritation and, after a moment of thought, asked, "Are you running low onmoney lately? You're so irritable."

Maxwell was in no mood to entertain such nonsense.

Archer noted his silence, raising an eyebrow, "Did you actually run into some trouble?"

"No."

"Then why did your wife go to borrow money from Martin? I thought maybe you needed someliquidity."

Archer had just happened to overhear Rosemary and Martin's hallway conversation that day – atrivial thing he'd forgotten, but now, with Maxwell sounding off, and all the overtime he'd beenputting in, it suddenly came back to him.

Maxwell's hand paused as he smoked, his eyes narrowing, "Borrow money? For how much?"

On the other end, Archer sounded resigned, "How would I know? I'm not your wife."

Maxwell's gaze narrowed, his usually stern features now bore a layer of shadow, giving his strongcontours a colder edge.

It seemed that woman hadn't taken his words to heart at all, daring to borrow money from Martin!