Whispers of Destiny His Belated Love

Martin frowned and shook his head, "Sorry, I had no idea Rosemary came looking for me that night. Maybe the waiter took the money and didn't follow through."

After all, Rosemary was easily taken advantage of back then.

But no matter what Martin said, Yolanda wasn't buying it. She was convinced he was lying. "If it wasn't for that unique, custom watch of yours, Rosemary wouldn't have mistaken you for Maxwell and..."

Ended up in bed with him, leading to a forced marriage.

Rosemary had said she was very nervous that night, drank a little too much while waiting, and got completely drunk. She was slumped over the table, half-asleep, when someone helped her up. She didn't get a good look at the man's face, only saw the watch on his wrist.

Since Martin had boasted about his watch being a custom piece, the only one in the world, and given that she had tipped the waiter to pass a message to Martin, Rosemary's first reaction was that it had to be Martin.

Plus, the guy smelled just like him.

She followed him without much resistance, trying to see his face along the way, but she was too dazed to see clearly, only making out his smooth jawline, which seemed like Martin's.

She asked him about getting married, and the man even grunted a "Hmm" in response.

Rosemary thought he had agreed.

"A watch?" Martin was wearing that very watch today. He rolled up his sleeve, "This one?"

That watch had actually been a gift from Maxwell later on. His original one-what a coincidence had gone missing on the very night of that nightclub party years ago.

Although the watch was expensive, it wasn't a big deal to them; it was just a lost item.

Had Maxwell not mentioned it at the welcome party and given him a new one, he would have totally forgotten about it.

Yolanda, in a bad mood, said sarcastically, "What, do you have a bunch of custom watches or something?"

"Sorry, I need to go." Martin's face had turned completely stormy as he quickly excused himself and headed for the elevator...

Room 507.

Maxwell, glaring at Rosemary who had been sitting on a stool and ignoring him ever since she walked in, had a frosty expression and an even frostier tone, "What's the matter? Upset that I'm interrupting your little heart-to-heart with your white knight?"

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"Would you have run off with him if I hadn't come downstairs?"

Maxwell wasn't the type to sweet-talk or tolerate being ignored by women. After being ignored several times, his face turned as dark as thunder, "Rosemary, I'm talking to you. What's with the attitude?"

Before Rosemary could stay silent again, the door to the room was pushed open.

Martin walked in, his usual warm smile replaced by a cold demeanor.

He looked at Rosemary, "Rosemary, I need to talk to Maxwell alone for a minute."

Rosemary nodded, "Oh, sure, I'll go grab something from downstairs."

And Maxwell, who had been blatantly ignored several times, was like: "..."

His face couldn't have been any darker.

As soon as Rosemary left, the tension in the room escalated.

Martin handed the watch he had taken off to Maxwell, "Happy with it?"

Seeing the watch and catching the tone, Maxwell knew what he was getting at.

His face, already cold, turned even more sinister, "Works like a charm. Without it, I would have had to figure out another way to get her to willingly come with me."

Martin's face shifted, an extreme coldness of fury washing over him as he slammed the watch down in front of Maxwell-

"You know damn well she doesn't like you..."

That night, he had been drunk himself and ended up crashing at a hotel upstairs. So when he saw Rosemary leaving with Maxwell the next day, he dropped the whole marriage thing.

Maxwell, looking at the watch on the

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floor that could buy an average person a house, let out a laugh as if he had realized something, "So what? Martin, you're just pissed because you think it's your fault she ended up in bed with me. Butgiven her situation back then, do you think it's better she got with me or ended up sold off to Astoria by those loan sharks?"

He stood up, his gaze flat as he looked at Martin, "Or were you planning to accept her proposal and marry her, help her pay off her debts?" Maxwell sneered, "Rosemary was foolish to turn to you, but we both know you wouldn't have married her back then, nor could you have helped her with the money."

Let alone whether the Gellar family

would let Martin marry a

down-and-out heiress, the Gellar family had a major project at the time and was in dire need of funds. How could they possibly spare that kind of cash to help a woman with no apparent value pay off her debts?

"You shouldn't have lied to her, let alone used me to do it."

Martin was feeling all kinds of messed up inside. He'd been abroad and wasn't sure how things were between Rosemary and Maxwell But he figured it couldn't have been good, otherwise she wouldn't be so keen on divorcing Maxwell. And now, with Yolanda's words casting no doubt... He felt it was all his fault.

"But she likes you," Maxwell blurted out, feeling a twisted sense of pleasure, "She thought it was you that night, even called out your name."