FULL NOVELXO Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Rosemary suddenly looked up. Though her movement was slight, Maxwell, whose hand still around her waist, he immediately sensed her stiffness.
Martin stood not far outside the car, his gaze piercing through the half–open window.
He wore a casual shirt paired with dress pants, looking sharp as ever. It was impossible to ignore him even in the dim shadows.
Rosemary’s mind went blank for a moment, and instinctively, she called out his name as she used to call him before, “Martin.”
A sharp force came from her waist, almost making her cry out in pain, but with a third person present, she bit back the yelp.
She wasn’t sure if Martin had seen Maxwell in the car. The dim lighting of the parking lot and his distance and angle suggested he probably hadn’t.
Martin smiled slightly and walked toward her, “I just thought you looked familiar, didn’t expect it to actually be
you.”
As he drew closer, Rosemary stiffened even more; her hands resting on Maxwell’s chest clenched into a fist, her voice trembling slightly. “Don’t come any closer!”
Because Maxwell was kissing her!
His lips landed on her wrist, pressing a bit forcefully, leaving a clear mark on her fair skin.
Martin paused, puzzled but gentlemanly stopped in his tracks, not approaching any further.
However, as the distance closed, he clearly saw the redness in Rosemary’s eyes and the hint of vulnerability within them.
His frowned slightly, recalling the last time they’d met in a restaurant where she jokingly mentioned borrowing money–was she worrying about that?
Martin’s lips thinned, and he spoke softly, “Are you worrying about the money thing you mentioned last time? I mean, it’s a bit much, but if you’re in urgent need, I could.”
Rosemary was stunned, and before he could finish, she got his drift, feeling a warm rush in her heart.
But her warmth didn’t last long before it was frozen by someone’s comment.
“Martin, since when did you start playing the generous benefactor?”
The man’s mocking and flippant voice came through. Martin hesitated before asking uncertainly, “Maxwell?”
Maxwell, with his arm around the woman, sat up from his position. Rosemary wanted to stop him, but how could she match a man’s strength?
At times like this, any move would only make things worse!
Maxwell’s shirt was only buttoned at the bottom two, and as he lounged back, his collar wide open, revealing his tight and smoothly contoured abdomen.
His long hand traced up Rosemary’s waist and slid down just before reaching a sensitive spot, exuding a lustful intent.
He looked toward Martin outside the car, his tone half–joking, “Or do you think I can’t come up with that money, huh?”
After a brief pause, Martin smiled gently, “Sorry, it looks like I interrupted something.”
He was definitely taking it the wrong way.
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Rosemary’s face turned beet red instantaneously, she couldn’t even bear to look at Martin. Why on earth did this have to happen now!
Maxwell, that jerk, he was doing all this on purpose to make Martin misunderstand, absolutely despicable!
But she still wanted to clear the air. Rosemary didn’t want Martin to only think of that thing when meeting her in the future!
“Martin, you’ve got it wrong, he and I…”
Maxwell raised an eyebrow and casually cut her off, “Mrs. Templeton, first, do up the buttons on your shirt.”
At his words, Rosemary looked down abruptly to find her blouse had popped open at some point, revealing a glimpse of her black lace undergarment.
Damn it!
She bowed her head, hurriedly fumbled with the buttons, and by the time she looked up again, Martin was already walking away.
Now she’d never be able to clear things up!
“Maxwell, you asshole!”
His voice turned icy, “How exactly am I an asshole? By letting your old lover misunderstand, or by not letting you go down and pour your heart out to him?”
Rosemary gritted her teeth, not wanting to deal with him any longer. She reached for the car door, but before her hand even touched it, she was yanked back.
Maxwell’s eyes were frosty, “Borrowing that much money, what for?”
She frowned, struggling to free her hand from his grip, her rejection clear, “You know exactly the answer.”
Maxwell smirked, but his smile was cold and sharp,
“You became Mrs. Templeton for three hundred million before. How about this time? If he gives you the same amount, what do you plan to give him?”
His gaze swept over her with contempt and disdain, “Apart from this body, what else can you offer? However, Martin is not interested in second–hand goods.”
Hearing the word “second–hand” made Rosemary frown, “Do you think everyone’s as sleazy as you?”
“Sleazy? Don’t forget who was the one desperate to become Mrs. Templeton!” Maxwell’s smirk became colder, and Rosemary felt as though her wrist was about to be crushed by him!
“Had it not been for your forcefulness, would I have had to become Mrs. Templeton? Whoever the hell wants this title can take it, I’d gladly hand it over and even generously pay for the.candies!”
It was the first time Rosemary had ever sworn. The Chambers family, although not as rich and powerful as the Templeton family, used to be affluent and valued decorum. If her deadbeat dad heard her swearing, she’d not escape a beating!
Clearly, Maxwell was angered by her words, too. Veins throbbed on his forehead as he gritted his teeth, “The Chambers family used to be somewhat respectable, and this is the daughter they had raised?”
Rosemary knew she couldn’t out–argue him, and that staying another second in this space felt suffocating. She struggled violently, “Maxwell, can you not be so annoying and just let me–ah!”
Suddenly, she let out a terrible, scream of pain, tears uncontrollably spilled from her eyes!
It was during the struggle with Maxwell that her fingers accidentally slammed into the back of the front seat!
The hit was solid, her fingers snapped with a loud ‘crack‘.
That hurt like helli
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Chapter 41
Cold sweat broke out on Rosemary’s forehead, and she curled up, too pained to speak even half a word.
Maxwell’s brow furrowed, and he reached out to grab her injured hand. Instinctively, Rosemary tried to dodge to the side, but the man’s long fingers assertively clasped her wrist, touching the throbbing joint.