Whispers of Destiny His Belated Love

Maxwell was frowning at Rosemary, instantly regretting what he had said. Rather than seeing her dismiss him as nothing, he would prefer to endure her temper and sarcastic remarks.

After bidding Hogan goodbye, Rosemary grabbed her bag and left, acting as if Maxwell didn’t even exist.

Maxwell hurried after her, “Sorry, I didn’t mean what I said just now, it's not what you think.”

Apologizing was clearly not his forte. His current clumsy demeanor was in stark contrast to the almighty Mr. Templeton that he usually was. No matter what he said, Rosemary simply ignored him

He rubbed his forehead with frustration, “Rosemary, how long are you going to keep this up?

To him, the silent and unresponsive attitude of hers was just a tantrum, showing no intention of solving the problem

His words were only met with continued silence.

Rosemary had arrived in the bodyguard’s car, but she was now annoyed with everyone and everything related to Maxwell. She decided to hail a cab instead.

Before she could get far, Maxwell grabbed her, “The car's this way.”

Rosemary yanked her hand back with a look of disgust, “I'll take a cab.”

‘It's not safe.”

Being with him felt like the biggest danger.

But she didn’t even have the energy to argue with him; all she wanted was to quickly get rid of him. Without uttering a word, Rosemary broke into a trot towards the street

Maxwell clenched his jaw, watching her desperate attempt to get away from him. He tried to hold back, but he couldn't. And in a few strides, he scooped her up despite her struggles.

The sudden lift startled Rosemary. Once she had gathered her senses, she thrashed like a cat with its fur on end, kicking and squirming, “Let go of me.”

She flailed at his chest, her nails leaving a long scratch on Maxwell's neck. The burning sensation of pain finally ignited a flash of anger in his eyes, “Rosemary, if you don't stop it. believe it or not, I will throw you out.”

Rosemary’s struggles were frantic, as if possessed by a generator. If he dropped her from this height. she wouldn't just get a bruise; she'd be in agony for weeks.

“Let go.

The woman in his arms didn't care about his threats and struggled even harder. Maxwell leaned in to steady her, but then. “Bang.”

Accidentally, Rosemary's forehead hit something hard.

The impact was fierce, her vision went dark for a moment, her head spinning, the hit spot throbbing.

“Ugh.”

She groaned in pain, clutching her sore forehead. At the same time, a warm liquid dripped onto her face.

Before she could figure out what it was, she heard Maxwell's cold and angry growl overhead, “Rosemary.

As her senses returned, she smelled the faint smell of blood

Rosemary looked up, only to find Maxwell's angular face tense with anger, his eyes full of rage. From his tall and straight nose, two red trails wound their way down, crossing his lips and chin. dripping and dropping.

So, it turned out that she had hit his nose hard enough to make it bleed.

His hands were full, there was no spare hand to stop the bleeding. His blood was flowing like crazy.

Rosemary’s face was wet with his blood.

The stench of blood was overwhelming. She turned her head away, not wanting his blood on her, and said irritably, “I told you to let go.” She moved, but Maxwell's arms held her like vices, showing no intention of putting her down.

“You better pinch your nose and stop the bleeding, or you might pass out from blood loss.”

Her voice Reld urgency, not because she was concerned, but because” Maxwell's nosebleed was intense, like twin streams with no signof stopping If they didn’t hurryshe might actually faint. to“ -

With so many eyes on them, and cameras overhead, if he died from this. she would never be able to explain it away.

Maxwell put her down, “You caused this mess, shouldn't you be the one to stop the bleeding?”

Rosemary was beyond annoyed. Even now, he was bickering. But he fixed her with a look that said he wasn't going to deal with it himself. She pulled out some tissues from her bag and clamped them tightly against his nose.

Suddenly Maxwell said, “It seems to have broken.”

Rosemary, already annoyed, responded without thinking, “What's broken?”

“My nose.”

Seriously? Just that slight knock just now caused it to break?

Though skeptical, she couldn't help but reach out to touch it. The man winced, hissing in pain.

Maxwell had a freakish tolerance for pain, usually unfazed by injuries. Now, a mere touch had him sucking in air. It looked like... it was really serious! Rosemary quickly withdrew her hand, not daring to prod aimlessly any longer, fearing she might make it crooked for good. “You better get your bodyguard to take you to the hospital.

“And let you off the hook? You create the mess and expect others to clean it up. Are you the one paying their salaries, or their meals?”

Then he added, “You know how much women value this face? If cy nose brittge ends up misaligned~ because of you and no one wants me anymore, you better be ready to take care of me for life.” Content bélongs ~

Rosemary inhaled sharply, then said to the nearby bodyguard, “Go get the car.” And so, she kept pinching his nose the whole way, afraid of getting blood on her hands again.

At the hospital, while the bodyguard went to register, Rosemary sat in the ER waiting area. still pinching his nose, as people occasionally glanced their way.

Maxwell's nose, which she had hit hard and had kept it clamped en route, was hurting a bit now, "Be gentle, people are watching you.”

Rosemary felt like she had the worst luck ever. Every time she tried to distance herself from this man, they ended up tangled in various mishaps with him

“They're looking at the man who apparently has no hands.”

The ER wasn't crowded, so they were quickly attendec to by a doctor who checked’Maxwell's nose with professionat tools, and felt his nose, bridge. "your nose bridge is fine, and the bleeding has stopped. It’s an” impact injury. Try to avoid touching it inthe coming days, and le prescribe some cream foryou to apply. Just keep an eye on it at home. If it starts bleeding again, please go to the ENT clinic for a thorough check-up.”

Rosemary: “Thank you, doctor.

Maxwell: “But it still hurts a lot, really. I believe I need to be hospitalized.”