Rosemary shot him a look that screamed "are you for real?": "We’re about to get divorced and you


    want me to call my soon-to-be ex to make a show of it? Do I look like I''ve lost my marbles?"


    And let''s be real, a heartless businessman like Maxwell wouldn''t y the human shield for free.


    Even if he did, he''d skin her for it.


    She sure as heck didn''t want to add another dime to that monstrous debt of three billion.


    While they were talking, Maxwell pulled out of the parking spot, with cigarette dangling from his lips.


    He nced at Rosemary with a smirk that was neither here nor there, "So, you’d rather have Martin


    show up than me?"


    Rosemary took a deep breath, knowing that this was the bit he couldn''t get over.


    "Maxwell, our marriage has always been a transaction. You know, we’d better y house when


    we''re together, mind our own business behind closed doors, and split when the contract''s up."


    "So?"


    "So," She shed an impudent smile but it quickly disappeared as if she had just pulled off a face-


    changing act, "Whoever I ask to back me up is none of your beeswax. You didn''t see me stopping


    you when you were off yingpdog."


    Thatst line seemed to hit a nerve. Maxwell''s gaze turned fierce, as if he was ready to tear her


    apart; probably he felt that the crude term pdog'' was beneath his posh and polished image.


    "So, you want to be Martin''spdog, is that why you don''t want Stacey to meet him?"


    When Stacey came up, Rosemary''s response was the same: "She''s not good enough for Martin."


    "Not good enough, or you just can''t bear to part with him?"


    Mid-sentence, the car jerked to a halt.


    Maxwell turned to look at her, with a mocking smile curving his lips. Recalling the past, he shot back


    with a sneer, "If it wasn''t for that watch, and your mistaking me for Martin, would you have ever


    ended up in my bed?"


    This time, Rosemary''s gaze was unflinching as she replied, "Yes."


    Back then, she hardly knew Maxwell; their paths crossed only because of Martin. Given such a


    distant rtionship, she would''ve never approached him for help, much less slept with him!


    And a guy with Maxwell''s stature isn''t someone you can just scheme against and take down easily.


    That night, she''d heard that Martin was at a bar drinking, and she wanted to ask him how he felt


    about the arranged marriage, although they have talked about it that morning. She was too


    impatient to wait.


    Those vicious debt collectors were ready to snatch her up and sell her abroad for cash at any


    moment.


    So Rosemary had the bartender do her a solid by sending over a drink to Martin and leading him to


    the room she had prepared.


    But since it was her first time pulling a stunt like this, she could only muster courage through booze,


    and she ended up getting drunk before Martin even showed up.


    Later, someone helped her, and in her daze, she saw the watch on his wrist – the one Martin always


    wore.


    His watch was one of a kind, custom-made, and that''s how the night unfolded.


    "I clearly rejected you then, why did you still."


    After realizing it was Maxwell, she immediately made it clear she had mistaken him for someone


    else, but he still.


    Had he not forced himself on her, none of what followed would have happened, and she wouldn''t


    have be his wife!


    She red at Maxwell, feeling he was utterly despicable!


    But Maxwell mockingly pressed, "Why did I still what? Sleep with you? Rosemary, you clearly don''t


    get men. A freebie? You don''t turn that down."


    "Maxwell!"


    "Though I had no interest in you then, but they way you lied under me and called out another man''s


    name kindled my desire to conquer."


    With that, he suddenly leaned in and nted a fierce kiss on her lips.


    The kiss was harsh and forceful; his strong hand gripped the back of her head and kept her from


    pulling away, as if he wanted to devour her whole!


    Rosemary hadn''t expected the sudden kiss and was stunned for a few seconds before she began to


    resist.


    His breath was heavy with tobo, making Rosemary want to cough but she was unable to make a


    sound.


    Her struggle only made Maxwell kiss her more savagely. In her panic, she looked into his eyes and


    saw an undisguised lust.


    The small car seemed to be aze, and the heat was enough to make anyone go weak.


    Rosemary, determined, bit down hard!


    "Ouch."


    Maxwell paused, then abruptly let go of her.


    He brushed his wounded lip with the back of his hand; his every move was exuding a devilish


    charm, tinged with a hint of danger.


    A faint trace of blood showed where she had bitten him.


    Across from him, Rosemary was vigorously wiping her lips with a tissue, clearly disgusted by his


    uninvited advance.


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    From the start of their marriage till now, there had never been a moment of deep affection, and such


    behavior now seemed utterly ludicrous to Rosemary!


    "Maxwell, you''re clinging to me like a bad rash, what the heck do you want?"


    "A bad rash? Clinging to you?"


    "With the way you''re dragging your feet on the divorce and pestering me even at work, if that''s not


    being a bad rash, what is?"


    "Have you lost your mind or are you just delusional? To even entertain such ridiculous thoughts." He


    snorted disdainfully at her, then he licked his lip, "After all, you''re the wife I bought for three billion.


    Why can''t I get some use out of you?"


    That three billion was just the tip of the iceberg; the Chambers family owed way more than that back


    in the day.


    "If you entered into a transaction, you should show some advantage that others don''t have.


    Otherwise, I feel like I''ve been robbed blind."


    Rosemary knew he was up to no good, just like a dog could ever spit out ivory!


    Sure enough, the next second Maxwell said with ease, "Like, to please me."


    Rosemary was breathless with irritation.


    Her gaze drifted down, finding that he had absolutely no physical reaction while talking like that, she


    figured that either he''s impotent, or she just can''t arouse him. Either way, he''s only saying it to


    humiliate her.


    Rosemary leaned towards thetter, since she had witnessed Maxwell’s capabilities at the old


    mansion; that night left her lower back sore.


    Of course, it''s possible that he had some ''assistance'' that time.


    Now, she enunciated each word with her brows arched, "Pleasing you? I''d rather please a dog. At


    least it''ll wag its tail in gratitude."


    In a sh, you could literally see the temperature drop in Maxwell''s eyes; there was an icy chill in his


    eyes that screamed he wanted to grind her to dust. "So you''re into dogs, huh? Alright then, I''ll get


    you one. Let''s see you make it hum a tune for me, right in front of my face, shall we?"