Maxwell seized Rosemary’s hand, shouldered open the door she had unlocked, and strutted into


    her room under her murderous re.


    Rosemary frowned. “This is my room. What do you mean by this?”


    Maxwell shed a sly grin. “Take a shower and sleep.”


    His tone was casual, with a hint of amusement, but she could tell he was baiting her.


    Maxwell was doing this on purpose; he wanted to see her driven mad with rage but powerless to act


    against him.


    Rosemary had booked a room with a king-sized bed, with a sofa by the window but no other resting


    spots.


    Maxwell wouldn’t demean himself by sleeping on the sofa, which meant she’d either have to suck it


    up and share the bed with him or pitifully lie on the sofa, all while watching him loungefortably


    sprawled on therge bed she paid for.


    Rosemary pursed her lips, her tone displeased, “Go back to your own room.”


    Though this hot spring hotel didn’t have a presidential suite, it boasted VIP hot spring rooms


    complete with private soaking tubs.


    “We’re husband and wife. Wouldn’t sleeping separately give everyone the wrong idea about our


    rtionship?” Maxwell spoke tant lies. “Mr. and Mrs. Ferber are deeply in love, and our business


    partners prefer to work with harmonious couples. Don’t forget, you’ve been paid.”


    His expression was a vivid billboard of disdain, as if it screamed, “Don’t act all high and mighty


    when you’re selling yourself!”


    Moreover, if Mr. and Mrs. Ferber could be described with the words “deeply in love,” she might as


    well livestream herself drinking poison. Whether Maxwell was blind or deliberately trying to disgust


    her, he was desecrating the term.


    Rosemary’s eyes and brows smiled withplete fakeness. “Our partners are interested in your


    company’s and your personal prowess, not in how good our rtionship is.”


    Maxwell let out a humph and ignored her, heading straight for the bathroom.


    ncing at the closed ss door of the bathroom, Rosemary’s expression darkened slightly. Her


    eyes swept over the bathrobe hanging in the closet. He seemed to have forgotten to change into


    the robe.


    Just as she was about to ignore the bathrobe, the frosted ss door of the bathroom was opened a


    crack, and a man’s hand reached out.


    “Hand me the bathrobe.”


    The arm that reached out was covered in tight, powerful muscle, sleek and freshly washed. Droplets


    of water, not yet dried, were trickling down his skin.


    Even so, Rosemary reminded herself not to be swayed by a pretty face. She held the reins now.


    “You think I’ll just hand it over because you say so? Come out and get it yourself.”


    She wasn’t about to indulge his princely tantrums. She wasn’t his “personal nanny” anymore!


    A chuckle came from the bathroom, “If you want to see me naked, just say it. It’s not like you


    haven’t seen it before.”


    Damn it, who’d want to see him.


    In the end, she had no choice but to grab the bathrobe, shut her eyes, push open the bathroom


    door, throw it in for him, and then without turning back, walked straight to the bed andy down on it


    herself.


    She might not have won the battle for the bathroom, but she refused to believe she couldn’t im


    the bed.


    A few minutester, Maxwell emerged from the bathroom in a white bathrobe, its belt tied loosely


    around his waist. With the robe hanging open, the smooth lines of his chest were partially visible.


    His hair was still dripping water, following the sharp contours of his face and disappearing into the


    cor of his robe.


    He looked at Rosemary, who was lying on the bed scrolling through her phone, and frowned. “Get


    off.”


    Maxwell was a clean freak, unable to bear getting into bed without bathing and changing, something


    Rosemary was well aware of. She locked her phone, ced it on the nightstand. “I’m tired and want


    to take a nap. Do as you please.”


    After speaking, she pulled the covers over herself and rolled a few times on the bed, contentedly


    closing her eyes. “A king-size room for over a thousand bucks, it sure isfy.”


    Maxwell’s expression turned cold. He pressed his lips together and after a moment said, “Don’t you


    take a bath before sleeping?”


    “No,” Rosemary answered matter-of-factly. “It’s not hot enough to sweat, and daily showers dry out


    the skin. I usually bathe every three days.”


    She lied without batting an eyelid, even flipping her hair spread on the white pillow. “I almost forgot,


    today’s the third day. I’ll bathe tonight when wee back. It’s just a nap now, and we have to go


    outter. Too much hassle.”


    Maxwell stared at her; his gaze sharp enough to pin this sloppy woman to where shey!


    Rosemary boldly flipped back the covers, patting the space beside her. “You have social


    engagements this afternoon. Why not make do with a nap first?”


    Maxwell withdrew his gaze and, with a stone-cold face, made his way to the sofa by the window.


    He wasn’t used to taking afternoon naps. If he wasn’t being considerate of Mr. Ferber’s travel


    fatigue, he would be discussing the specifics of the cooperation right now.


    Rosemary watched him handle work affairs on the sofa, rolled her eyes without any unkindly,


    fearing she might lose control and show him a rude gesture. But knowing Maxwell’s scoundrel


    tactics, he’d surely have Harvey, his aplice, pin a crime on her and have her locked up for


    days.


    She must endure. Once she secures the cooperation, she could cut ties with this man for good!


    Two hourster, Mr. Ferber was all rested up, and Maxwell took Rosemary to meet up with them.


    This resort, Greenwood’srgest, boasts a golf course, hot spring hotel, indoor and outdoor pools,


    fishing, flower viewing—a full spread of leisure activities over a vast area, guaranteed to upy any


    visitor for days on end without a hint of ennui.


    Mr. Ferber was obviously not into exercise, huffing and puffing after just a few steps, so the group


    headed for thekeside ss greenhouse for afternoon tea.


    The afternoon sun shone through the ss, warm and cozy.


    Rosemary continued to y the ornament, keeping her mouth shut unless spoken to.Ccontent ? exclusive by N?/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Soon after, Mrs. Ferber, under her husband’s menacing gaze, asked, “Rosemary, what perfume are


    you wearing? It smells nice.”


    Upon hearing this, Rosemary pulled out a slightly used perfume bottle from her bag. “It’s not a well-


    known brand. I bought it at a small shop. Mrs. Ferber, if you don’t mind, this bottle is yours. If I have


    a chance to go there again, I’ll buy a new one for you.”


    She instinctively felt Mrs. Ferber’s bringing up the perfume out of the blue definitely had an ulterior


    motive. She had worn the same perfume that morning, yet no one had asked about it then.