Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love

The wound on her leg was wrapped in gauze, so it was hard to tell if it was infected or not, but that area was definitely swollen, sticking out prominently.

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His tone was so chilly; even her swollen leg didn't warrant a flicker of sympathy in his eyes, leaving Victoria puzzled and hesitant to play up her femininity.

"I had the doc redo the bandage. I think it might've gotten infected when I, uh, got it wet in the shower today."

Maxwell fished out his pack of smokes, snagged one, and popped it between his lips, blatantly ignoring the no-smoking sign on the wall. With a flick, his lighter flared to life, casting warm light on his sharp, icy features.

He took a drag, and then finally let his gaze fall back to Victoria's leg, "Victoria, you chose this path. Stick with it and don't sell yourself short. Don't trash the dream you're chasing after."

Victoria hadn't expected that response; she thought at least he'd show a bit of concern or offer some comforting words after seeing her injury.

After all, there was a time when he'd frown just seeing her splattered with oil, and he'd personally grab an ice pack to soothe the burn.

"Maxwell." She choked out a bit, her voice tight, "are you still holding a grudge against me?"

"There's nothing to hold a grudge about. It was your choice, and I chose to support it." Maxwell stamped out his cigarette, "It's your leg. If you don't wanna dance anymore, do whatever you want. I'm not coming back to this hospital."

With that, Maxwell left without a second glance.

Not long after he departed, Tracy walked in, "So? Did Mr. Templeton show any reaction to your injury?"

"He said he's not coming back to the hospital."

"Didn't you play the damsel in distress? I told you, guys dig it when their girl leans on them. You can't be all high and mighty like usual. That'll just push him further away."

Victoria thought of his impassive face and forced a smile that looked more painful than crying, "Under the circumstances, I bet if I'd dropped dead in front of him, he'd just calmly tell you to take care of my funeral."

Tracy fell silent, and then shook her head after a pause, "Guys have their pride, especially someone like Mr. Templeton, with all that power and status. When has he ever been tripped up by a woman? You just bruised his ego too much back then."

Victoria stayed silent, with a hint of self-mockery in her eyes. Was that really how it was?

The next day, with no need to be a caregiver at the Templeton Group, Rosemary slept in.

Yolanda had already headed to the shop and sent her a message, "The meeting with Oswald is set for tomorrow, but I've got clients to see, so I can't join you."

After graduating, Yolanda had opened an antique shop with some family backing, and she also helped Rosemary snag some gigs from time to time.

She texted back "Okay" and, after breakfast, headed out.

Moving out from Meadowlark Retreat, she needed to find a new place to crash. Staying close to work would be convenient.

Rosemary hit up a rental agency and locked down a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment by noon. It was close to the studio, not too much furniture to worry about, and she could turn the spare room into her workspace.

The best part? The property was well-managed, requiring ID for entry and exit.

Lease signed, Rosemary saw she still had time to kill and decided to hit the mall. Yolanda's birthday was coming up, and she wanted to splurge on a bag for her.

Yolanda had been yapping about this season's new release for ages, and this mall had the brand. Rosemary rode the elevator to the seventh floor, where a sales assistant approached, "Looking for anything in particular, Miss?"

High-end shoppers usually had their eye on something specific.

"Got the summer hit bag in stock?"

The sales assistant gave an apologetic grin, "Sorry, that's a limited edition. All claimed at our store."

A bit bummed, Rosemary uttered, “Okay, thanks.”

As she turned to leave when a power-dressed woman breezed in, telling the shopping guide, "I'm here for the limited edition ladies' bag Mr. Templeton reserved a few days ago."

Rosemary froze, her fingers slowly curling into fists. The Templeton surname was uncommon, and she knew the woman - Victoria's agent, a face from the news.

The guide responded, "Sure, but we need to confirm with Mr. Templeton. May I have your name and ID for verification?"

"I'm picking it up for Ms. Victoria Temple. I'm Tracy, her agent."

The guide went to check Maxwell's contact on the computer.

Rosemary didn't want to linger; the brief flash of heartache had numbed her. With a divorce on the horizon, it wasn't her place to care who he gifted bags to.

As she was about to leave, Tracy stopped her, "Ms. Chambers."

Rosemary hadn't expected to be recognized. She raised an eyebrow, "What's up?"

Without mincing words, Tracy got straight to the point, "Ms. Chambers, you're young and attractive. Why cling to a man who doesn't love you? Better to let go now while you can still land someone decent."

"Is that what Victoria told you to say?" Rosemary's chin tilted with defiance, "My, how times have changed. Back in the day, mistresses hid in the shadows, scared of being dunked in a pig cage. Now they've got the guts to taunt the wife to her face?"

Her posture as she spoke was utterly dominant.

"Not being loved is what makes a mistress." Tracy didn’t show any sign of backing away, "Victoria and Mr. Templeton are meant to be."

"Tracy, not married yet, are you?" Rosemary's eyes narrowed, her seductive charm sneaking through, "When you tie the knot, I'll be sure to introduce your husband to a few 'close lady friends’. Just to honor your magnanimity."

Tracy's smile stiffened. Before she could snap back, Rosemary's tone was soft but intimidating, "As for the bag, please relay a message to Ms. Temple. Tell her to send half its cost to my account. Sure, it's from Maxwell, but we're not divorced yet. It's our joint property. If that transfer's not in my account within three days, she can expect a letter from my lawyer."

Tracy didn't see it coming. The woman who seemed all quiet and unassuming turned out to be a real firecracker, a tough nut to crack!

For a moment, even Tracy, who had usually got the gift of the gab, was at a loss for words.

Rosemary was about to make her exit when the shopping guide behind her called out, trembling, "Mrs. Templeton, Mr. Templeton asked you to wait for him here."

Before making the call, the shopping guide had no clue she'd be walking into such a bombshell of a situation. And she certainly didn't expect that, although she called Mr. Templeton's assistant, it would be Mr. Templeton himself who picked up the phone!