Whispers of Destiny His Belated Love -
Chapter 97
Before, Christ had come over to help Maxwell with some paperwork, so he knew where the studywas. He made a beeline for the door, “Ms. Chambers, Mrs. Pearl Templeton sent me to check ifyou've found her report."
He'd overheard everything downstairs and knew there wasn't any report in the study.
Rosemary looked up, red around the eyes and as pale as a ghost. Her gaze was distant andvacant, as if she was looking through Christ rather than at him.
Christ asked, “Feeling under the weather?”
“No.” Rosemary pulled out a painting from the drawer without hiding it from Christ. As she moved tothe door, she noticed his puzzled look at the painting in her hand and pushed it toward him, askingwith a smile, “Pretty, isn’t it? I’m thinking of hanging it up on the bedroom wall.”
Christ was speechless. He eyed the dark and gloomy painting, swallowing hard.
Might be better suited for warding off evil spirits on the bedroom door, he thought to himself. Hedidn't say anything, but Rosemary could tell by his constipated expression that he knew what wasup.
Back when she created that painting, her days with the Chambers family were tough as nails -crushed by her awful dad and stepmom, and constantly butting heads with Stacey, who seemedhell-bent on making her life a living nightmare. No wonder her mood was in the gutter. The fact thatshe didn't go on a midnight rampage with a knife was a testament to her lingering goodness.
A painting birthed from such a state of mind, with mood as its theme, was bound to be eerie andsinister. So when it sold, she thought she'd found some sucker with more money than sense, andher art teacher probably thought the same, dragging her off to buy lottery tickets a bunch of times.
But looking back, the real fool wasn’t the buyer - it was her. He'd made her life's canvas darker withjust a small wad of cash, all to get a laugh from his girlfriend, plunging her headfirst into a whirlpoolof verbal abuse.
Heading downstairs, Rosemary forced a smile when she met Pearl's anxious eyes, “Pearl,something came up. I’ll have Wendy go with you to the hospital for the check-up, okay? Thedoctor’s got copies of all the reports. You can just go straight there.”
“Okay.” Pearl gave Rosemary a careful once-over. Something wasn't right; she didn’t look happy atall. Testing the waters, Pearl asked, “Rosemary, did you see something special in Maxwell’s study?You don’t seem too chipper since coming down.”
Rosemary didn't want to worry Pearl, “Yeah, I saw something special. Not upset, just a bit shocked,so I need to replace Maxwell.”
Hearing this, Pearl relaxed, patting her hand, “Alright, go replace him. Couples should hash it out andnot bottle things up. And don’t throw around talk of divorce; it’s bad mojo. I’ll have the driver takeyou.”
“No need, I’ve got my car.”
Leaving the estate, Rosemary drove straight to the Templeton Group building, knowing exactlywhere to replace Maxwell's office.
The receptionist tried to stop her, but when she said she was there to process her resignation, theylet her through.
Everyone at the company knew Rosemary got her job through connections - easy work, high pay,and up-close access to Mr. Templeton. And since she left, the envy-inducing position was up forgrabs.
Besides Christ, there was no one else close to Mr. Templeton now.
Christ was off accompanying Pearl for her check-up, so his assistant was the one who got inRosemary's way.
“Ms. Chambers, do you have an appointment? You can't go in without one.”
Rosemary wasn't having any of it; she knew where Maxwell's office was and didn't need an escort,but the persistent hand blocking her path was driving her nuts, “Didn't Christ tell you who I am?”
The assistant, not as experienced in weathering storms as Christ, stuttered, “He did, but Ms.Chambers, Mr. Templeton has a guest right now. Maybe you could wait in the reception area?”
Rosemary saw right through his eagerness to shoo her away, raising an eyebrow, “Is it a woman?”
While they spoke, they had moved to the door, with Rosemary barging in.
Sure enough, inside was Victoria. Dressed in light hues, her long hair cascading down, partiallyhiding her cheek, she sat with a prim, crossed-leg posture, back straight as a rod. There was an airof lofty pride about her.
Caught off guard by Rosemary's sudden appearance, Maxwell furrowed his brow slightly, andgestured for the flustered assistant to leave, “You can go.”
The assistant, visibly relieved, whispered to Rosemary on his way out, “Ms. Temple only arrived halfa minute before you.”
He was clearly trying to avoid any misunderstandings.
Victoria forced a smile, though clearly displeased. She knew her current status didn't grant her theluxury of displeasure, “Rosemary, I came to see Maxwell about...”
Rosemary didn't give her the time of day, not even a glance, as she made a beeline for Maxwell.Her stormy demeanor was a clear red flag for trouble.
Victoria was taken aback, but she instinctively stood and followed Rosemary to the desk.
Without a word, Rosemary swung her hand towards the man in the chair. The cold breeze of theslap rustled Maxwell's hair.
“Rosemary, have you lost your mind?” It was Victoria's voice, her short breaths revealing howfurious she was at the moment. She grabbed Rosemary's hand, stopping the slap, “I’m here onbusiness with Maxwell, along with our dance troupe manager, who just went to the restroom anddidn’t enter with me. You come in swinging right away - are you really that jealous? Isn’t this a bittoo much?”
Rosemary pulled her hand back with a chilly look and, in a swift backhand, slapped her across theface; then grabbed the coffee from the table and splashed it right in Maxwell's face.
The whole sequence flowed like water, so fast nobody could put a stop to it. Only after she'd doneall that did Rosemary finally spoke up, "Is that a bit too much?"
She tossed the painting onto the desk, her eyebrows raised in mockery and disdain, "Aren't you theones who are low-down, dirty, and sleazy? Over a petty school spat, you do something so utterlyheartless. What goes around comes around, you know. Scumbags get their comeuppance. Sure,you've got thick skins; not even a lightning strike could take you down, but aren't you scared it'llcome back to bite your kids? After all, doing such shady stuff, it's only normal for the curse to hit thenext generation."
She rattled on non-stop, a little chatterbox, giving no one a chance to cut in. Rosemary didn't thinkshe used to be this mean, never dragging parents or kids into her insults, but now, she was spewingwords without a filter, which went to show just how livid she must be.
Maxwell hadn't said a peep since Rosemary barged in, his gaze fixed on the painting the wholetime, until this moment when he finally said, "Apologize."
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