"Yep," Maxwell was stingy with words.
Rosemary waited for a good while but got nothing more out of him, impatiently blurting out, "Spit it
out already, or get away."
Maxwell stared at her, lips tight pressed, clearly not a fan of the scowl and undisguised annoyance
stered on her face.
Back at Meadork Retreat, no matter how cold he acted, this woman always managed to keep
her cool with a smile. But now.
He frowned slightly, "Let''s go."
Rosemary was puzzled; where were they gonna go? Maxwell was really something else, always
coming up with new antics.
Seeing her stand still, looking guarded and taking a step back as if he was some creepy guy trying
to kidnap a decent woman, Maxwell felt a tightness in his chest out of annoyance, his voiceced
with icy sarcasm, "If you wanna know who that person is, y nice and follow me."
"Just tell me the name; it''s the dead of night, not safe for a lone man and woman."
Maxwell''s face was beyond ugly now, his grip on the doorknob so tight the veins on the back of his
hand stood out, a clear sign of his fury. He gritted his teeth, "Rosemary, what exactly do you think I''d
do to you?"
"Who knows?" Rosemary tilted her chin up, standing half a head shorter but not losing an inch of
her defiant stance. The disdain in her eyes couldn''t be more obvious, "You''ve been sticking to me
like a bad smelltely, and aside from Victoria, there''s no other woman around for you to get your
kicks. It''s not unusual for a guy to get a screw loose when he''s frustrated."
"Me? With you?" Maxwell''s frosty gaze ran over her, "Seems like you''re not just brainless but also
way too full of yourself. A woman who couldn''t spark an ounce of interest in me even after three
years of marriage is bound to be just as dull if another three years passed."
This guy was really a piece of work! Losing her cool, Rosemary grabbed a shoehorn and swung it at
him, only to have her wrist caught swiftly by Maxwell, "All prickly and quick to throw punches, what
are you, a porcupine in human form?"
He dragged her out, pinning her hands behind her back with one hand, and tossed the shoehorn on
the ground, almost embracing her as he led her towards the elevator.
Rosemary stiffened against his chest, her mind racing not with anger but with the sudden
realization: She wasn''t wearing a bra!
Although it was winter and the pajamas were thick, not showing much at a nce, the close contact
made the irregrity unmistakable.
She tensed up her voice, "Let go; I can walk on my own."
Maxwell looked down at her, "You think I''d trust you?"
"Then let me go change into something more appropriate, at least to face confrontation with some
dignity," Rosemary was not sure if Maxwell had noticed anything amiss. She nced up at him, but
his expression was as cold as ever, showing no signs of change.
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She couldn''t tell if it was theck of a bra making her more self-conscious, but she felt every bit of
friction with acute difort while they moved.
Embarrassed and annoyed, she felt like her head was going to explode, and yet Maxwell seemed
unfazed. There was no outlet for her frustration.
Out of the blue, Maxwell added, "Even if you dressed in king''s robe, you couldn''t intimidate anyone."
Damn him, she thought, may he never get Victoria in this lifetime!
Eventually, she found herself in the elevator, with Maxwell''s car waiting downstairs. Once in the car,
he tossed his jacket at her, "Put it on; your clothes are an eyesore."
"An eyesore and you won''t let me change?" Rosemary was fuming but still pulled the jacket over
her head and buttoned it up, even though she was angry.
Maxwell’s lips were pressed tight, his gaze sweeping over her briefly before returning to the road
ahead.
Despite his nonchnt demeanor, she had the nagging suspicion that his gaze had lingered on her
chest.
The drive to their destination was brief, just half an hour. Rosemary eyed the upscale residential
complex, her brow arched in confusion, "Here?"
"Yeah."
Suchplexes usually required an owner''s permission to enter, and even for visitors, there was a
need for visual confirmation calls. But the security guard merely nced at Maxwell''s license te
and respectfully opened the gate.
Rosemary clicked her tongue twice, such capitalist ir!
At suite 2302 in building A, Maxwell pushed open the ajar door and entered. Rosemary hesitated for
a split second before following.
Inside, the scene was nothing like Rosemary had expected. The living room was filled with a dozen
of people; besides a trembling Stacey in the corner of the sofa and a woman Rosemary didn''t
recognize, the rest were bulky men in ck suits, obviously Maxwell''s bodyguards.
Rosemary was taken aback for a second, "Stacey?"
Stacey, already on the verge of tears when Maxwell entered, didn''t get a chance to well up before
spotting Rosemary.
Her pitiful demeanor instantly changed to a towering rebuke, "Rosemary, did you call these people?
What are you trying to pull? If you dare do anything to me, I’ll tell Dad and he’ll deal with you!"
She had always turned to Larry for backup whenever Rosemary bullied her, leading to Rosemary
getting a beating every time. This time was no exception.
But Rosemary just sneered, "Fine by me, I’ll call him. Comin all you want, but no false
usations; these guys are obviously not within my pay grade."
Before Stacey could respond, Maxwell''s indifferent voice echoed, "Is that everything?"
He was addressing the bodyguards. They nodded, "Yes."
"Have them repeat what they just confessed," Maxwell raised his hand to check the time, a sign of
his growing impatience.
Stacey, though fearful of the man, refused to show any weakness in front of Rosemary. She huffed
and turned her head away.
But before she could fully turn, a bodyguard grabbed her chin, twisting it back forcefully, "Spill it if
you don''t want it to get ugly!"