Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love

Chapter 135

“You waiting for him?” Maxwell kept up a cool and collected facade, but if she listened closely, she could catch the venom hiding in his tone. Rosemary leaned on the metal chair back, her eyes half-clased, looking like she was about to nod off, “Yeah.”

Hogan had saved her, and now he was cooped up in the interrogation room, with no clue about the outcome. What did it make her if she just walked out?

The anger he had been holding back suddenly shot through the roof. Maxwell yanked her up from the chair, “I've already reached out to Harvey; he'll be fine. I’m taking you home to catch some z's.”

His moves seemed rough, but he didn’t actually hurt Rosemary. His eyes glaring at her, his tightly pressed lips curved into a restrained arc.

“He'll be out in three hours tops, but if you insist on sticking around here, don't be surprised if you get the news of his detention tomorrow.” His voice was icy, dripping with threat, “The injury assessment isn't out yet. What kind of outcome are you hoping for, hmm?”

Rosemary’s eyes widened in disbelief. She had no doubt that Maxwell had the chops to twist the truth! Then, she yanked her hand away from his in disgust, "I'll make my own way back.”

Just as she got to the police station entrance, she bumped right into Harvey. Seeing the man in front of her, all suited up and carrying a briefcase, Rosemary let out a snort and quickly walked past him.

This guy looked all prim and proper, but he was just as crooked as Maxwell, birds of a feather. It was true; the shady ones always cliqued up. Harvey got caught in the crossfire out of the blue.

Rosemary was going to hail a cab, but ended up Maxwell strong-arming her into his car. Luckily, she said she wanted to go to her apartment. so he drove her there, albeit reluctantly.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

The ride was silent, not a word spoken. After sending a message to Hogan, Rosemary dozed off against the car window. In a half-sleep state, she heard the man say, “Sorry, I was late.”

His voice was low, but she heard it clear. Rosemary's eyes snapped open, the dazzling neon lights outside the window blurred her sense of place for a moment before she gathered herself, “I don’t blame you: no need for apologies.”

Although she did think it might have been Maxwell who showed up when Hogan did, after regaining her senses, she knew it wasn't realistic. Maxwell couldn't have possibly arrived that fast. And to blame him for being late would be utterly unreasonable.

“You got there pretty fast,” Rosemary said truthfully. If it were her, she'd probably wouldn't have found him until he was stone cold.

But Maxwell didn’t seem pleased with her “understanding”. On the contrary, he felt even worse, grateful, yes, especially when the cops found knives on those thugs, but also really displeased

Maxwell stared at her for a long moment before letting out a snide chuckle, "Of course, you don’t blame me. After all, you had someone who's quick on their feet.”

That sarcastic tone was seriously asking for a slap!

“Yeah. if it weren't for Hogan’s quick thinking, you might have missed even mourning.

So not blaming him was wrong too? If he loved shouldering the blame that much, then let him have it!

“Why was Hogan there so late?"

“Must be our telepathy.” Rosemary wasn't afraid to piss Maxwell off. “That's why he was the first one by my side when I was in danger.” “Heh,” Maxwell scoffed, “you really are worried he'll get locked up for too long

At that, Rosemary turned and glared at him.

They reached the apartment, Maxwell didn't go up, but a few guys got out of the car that stopped behind, including two familiar faces, the bodyguards who had been stationed to guard her before.

“Go on up. They'll be outside your door tonight: don’t be scared.”

Rosemary paused for a moment before heading inside.

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Once home, Rosemary gauged the time and called Hogan to make sure he was okay and that he was out of the station before she breathed a sigh of relief.

“You really have no conscience, do you? I get out and you vanish? Not even offering to take me to the hospital to check for injuries?

Rosemary apologized, “I'm sorry.

Hogan cut heroff, ° ‘Forget it, I know Maxwel must have blackmailed you. Otherwise.with your kind heart, how could yotrjust leave me in the dust? Remember, you owe mea latesnight snask. We'll do it once this ness is sorted out.” &

“Alright.”

After hanging up, Rosemary tossed her phone on the bed and headed to the bathroom for a bath. When she came out, she noticed a missed call from Harvey on her still-lit screen, meaning he had called not too long ago.

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They had just seen each other at the police station entrance, and he didn’t seem like he had anything to say to her.

Rosemary was debating whether to call back when Harvey called her again. She answered without speaking, and he got straight to the point, “Mrs Templeton, please come to Meadowlark Retreat as scon as possible.”

Compared to the robotic coldness he usually showed, this time Harvey's voice carried a hint of personal emotion, subtle but with a sense of urgency. Rosemary frowned, “What's the matter?” She really didn’t want to set foot in Meadowlark Retreat again if it wasn't absolutely necessary.

Harvey replied, “Someone died.