Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love

Oswald sensed something unusual between the two: “Rose, who’s this?”

Rosemary, who was called out, turned around and was about to speak when Maxwell behind her said, “I’m Rosemary’s husband. It’s raining, and I’m here to pick her up.”

As he spoke, he pulled her closer into his embrace.

“Yes, he’s my husband,” Rosemary’s face froze as she spat through clenched teeth, “He’s a bit thick-skinned, Oswald. Please don’t mind.”

Oswald was amused by her words, “Don’t be annoyed, he’s just concerned about you. This place isn’t easy to find.”

The entire street was lined with these quaint buildings, and the restaurant he had chosen wasn’t famous at all, and the location was not advantageous. Even knowing the name, finding it wouldn’t be a walk in the park.

Judging by Rose’s reaction, it was clear that she also hadn’t expected him to show up here, which meant she hadn’t shared her location.

Just this thoughtfulness alone showed that her husband must care a lot about her.

Rosemary had no choice but to nod in agreement.

After seeing Oswald off, she immediately did a full 180 on Maxwell: “How can you be there?”

She wasn’t buying the coincidence card.

If they were so destined, they wouldn’t be at the brink of divorce.

“Christ said you were eating here.”

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The place was miles away from The Templeton Group’s office building, and it was a workday. Only Maxwell’s command could possibly have let Christ know that she was eating here.

Maxwell didn’t argue; he just pulled her into the car.

Rosemary raised an eyebrow and asked ironically: “So, you didn’t come here just to take me back, did you?”

She didn’t kick up a fuss to get out of the car: firstly, Maxwell had a firm grip on her hand – she couldn’t break free no matter how hard she tried; secondly, she didn’t want to hail a taxi in this weather. She wasn’t the tragic drama heroine, insisting on appearing headstrong and end up looking like a mess.

A ride right to her doorstep, why not take it? Especially since she owned half the car.

Maxwell: “No.”

Rosemary’s eyes widened in surprise.

That quick admission – he seemed to have all the traits of being shameless!

Maxwell instructed Jason: “Go to the mall.”

“It’s so late, why go to the mall?” Rosemary frowned.

“To go shopping.”

“Are you crazy!?”

“Don’t you want a divorce?” Maxwell looked at her. “No dice with the private negotiation, and you won’t win in court either. Maybe you should start thinking about how to make me happy. Who knows, if I’m in a good mood, I might agree to divorce.”

His words hit the nail on the head for her, making her unable to refuse.

Seeing her expression, Maxwell knew she agreed. He cracked a smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a self-mockery.

Since Maxwell hadn’t specified which mall to go to, and it was getting late, Jason just drove to a 24- hour mega mall.

It had everything: boutiques, snack bars, night markets, perfect for a couple’s date.

Once the car door opened, all sorts of noises flooded in. Rosemary got out of the car and stood aside, waiting for Maxwell to take the lead.

Shopping was proposed by him, and she had no clue what he was looking to buy.

Rosemary originally thought that he would walk in front and she would follow. Although she was wearing high heels, men weren’t typically keen on shopping, so she could handle it, even if her heels were sky-high.

Maxwell walked forward a few steps, then turned to see Rosemary still rooted to the same spot. He reached for her hand, pulling her to his side: “If I wanted to go shopping with a subordinate, any random secretary would do. Why would I need to go through all this trouble to pick you up?”

Rosemary was about to retort, but considering her current situation as the underdog, she put on a fake smile and said in a high-pitched voice: “Sure thing, boss. Lead the way, I’ll be right there to support you.”

Maxwell swept a cold glance at her obviously forced smile: “You shut up, do not smile.”

He had wanted to ask if she was the same with Martin when they shopped, but he swallowed the words back down.

Rosemary retreated her smile, looking at him with a blank expression.

Great, he was even more irritated now.

In the mall, they wandered aimlessly through the first floor, which was filled with skincare, shoes, and sweets; then they took the elevator to the second floor.

She had tried to slip her hand out of his grasp but hadn’t succeeded.

She had thought Maxwell would go straight up, given that the second floor was for lingerie and women’s clothing, but he didn’t.

Rosemary looked at the dazzling array of lingerie on both sides, including some rather risqué pieces mixed in between, leaning over whispering: “Do you have some preferences that are unknown to others?”

Otherwise, why stroll through the lingerie floor?

Maxwell didn’t glance at her, “If I said yes, would you try them on for me?”

Rosemary recoiled like a frightened bird.

The mall was divided into the south and the north wings, with each floor massive. Maxwell didn’t entered any stores on the first three floors, and even on the fourth, which was for menswear, he showed no intention of going in any stores.

He was just dragging her along the corridors. Instead of saying that they were shopping, it felt more like he was inspecting his work with her. But Rosemary remembered this mall wasn’t part of The Templeton Group’s assets.

All this talk of shopping, and the man was just torturing her on purpose.

Rosemary pointed to a mannequin in a store window: “That outfit looks nice, why don’t you give it a try?”

It was already spring, and the display window models were decked in, well, flamboyant outfits.

Maxwell looked where she was pointing – it was a suit, green and embroidered.

He turned to Rosemary, who was leaning her head towards him and smirking.

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed: “Hmm.”

Rosemary just wanted to find a store to sit and rest, the backs of her foot were all worn out! She was thinking after being rejected for the green suit, she could pick something more low-key, and by then Maxwell would most likely feel embarrassed to refuse again. But she didn’t expect that he agreed so readily.

Rosemary quickly pulled him into the store and sat down on the sofa, pointing at the suit and telling the sales associate, “Bring him a suitable size.”

When Maxwell went into the fitting room, he whispered something to the sales associate waiting by his side, who nodded and left.

The man changed clothes quickly, and a few minutes later he came out.

One must admit that, a good-looking man with a great physique can pull off anything, even this green embroidered suit that practically no one else could rock.

The sales associate who had ran away just now came back gasping, holding a shoe box in her hand. She walked straight toward Rosemary, and when she passed by Maxwell, the box was taken over by him, “Thanks for the trouble.”

Maxwell walked to the front of the sofa, squatted down, one hand opened the box, the other hand held Rosemary’s ankle.