Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 56

Mr. Ferber was intentionally lowering his voice, probably to imbue it with a deeper, more magnetic quality.

But Rosemary got frightened, shuddering from head to toe. She chucked her phone right at the source of the sound.

With a “thud,” Mr. Ferber let out a muffled groan of pain, his hands covering his face as blood crazily streamed from his nose, dripping onto the ground, dripping down to the floor.

“Mr. Ferber, are you okay?” Rosemary fumbled around for tissues in her purse, only to realize she didn’t bring it. “I’m so sorry, I was stalked by a creep when I was young, and I lose control when someone gets close to me.”

Mr. Ferber was in so much pain his brain was buzzing, barely able to make out what Rosemary was saying. If it weren’t for the last shred of sanity reminding him of her identity and his limited chivalry, he would have slapped her already!

The nosebleed kept gushing out, and he suspected his nose might be broken.

Damn, that was a harsh blow!

Rosemary said: “Hang in there, Mr. Ferber, I’ll go find a towel.”

Five minutes later, when the severe pain in Mr. Ferber’s nose finally eased up, he was about to exit the elevator when Rosemary came running back.

The next second, all he saw was darkness as a towel was immediately covered over his face, followed by a hand, gripping his nose tightly like an iron claw.

The pain in his nose, which had just eased, surged again, making his teeth ache!

He sweated from the pain, unable to utter a word, only able to forcefully scratch at Rosemary’s hand.

“Mr. Ferber, don’t move. You have to press down hard like this to stop the bleeding. See, isn’t the bleeding slowing down?”

Mr. Ferber, speechless under the pressure. Damn, the towel had absorbed all the blood. How could it still be flowing!

Rosemary, still pressing down hard on his nose through the towel, said, “When I was a kid and had nosebleeds, my mom did this to stop the blood, or else I’d pass out from blood loss.”

Mr. Ferber rolled his eyes from being smothered. The towel Rosemary found was big and thick. He had difficulty breathing and felt the world spinning around him.

He might not die of blood loss but suffocation at the hands of this woman!

The fear of suffocation snapped him out of his dizziness, pulling Rosemary’s hand down forcefully.

As the towel fell to the floor, Mr. Ferber was a bloody mess, his nose, mouth, and face smeared with blood, his nose red and swollen, making his already unattractive features even more distorted!

He glared furiously at the innocent-faced woman in front of him. “Mrs. Templeton, I don’t know what I did to deserve this treatment from you.”

He played dumb, and Rosemary followed suit, blinking innocently. “What are you talking about, Mr. Ferber? Why would I mess with you? Aren’t our families friendly business partners?”

“Stop playing innocent with me. You think I’d believe it was unintentional?”

Rosemary’s voice was gentle but her tone ice cold: “You misunderstood, Mr. Ferber. I didn’t even plan to pretend, or else with your pea-brain, wouldn’t you have been easily fooled around by now?”

As he eyed her curvaceous figure, his malicious thoughts crept back.

Just then, a cleaning lady rushed out of a nearby office with a walkie-talkie: “Where’s the towel I hung on my cart for mopping? Can you help me see if it’s dropped somewhere?”

Mr. Ferber stiffened, then glanced at the blood-soaked, foul-smelling rag on the floor.

The hotel’s hot springs were natural, with various pools, both public and private reservable.

After picking up some essentials from a department store, Rosemary reserved a private pool.

It was set in a secluded indoor space with its own shower and changing room. She undressed and stepped in, the warm water enveloping her exhausted body, instantly dispelling the leaden heaviness from her legs.

Rosemary applied a face mask, leaning back against the pool’s wall.  The temperature was just right, the sound of flowing water and relaxing light music by her ears. Her thoughts gradually sank into a drowsy haze.

Just as she was about to drift off, she felt a sudden oppressive force bearing down on her—

Rosemary abruptly opened her eyes, finding, to her surprise, an intruder in her once solitary little pool!

Startled, she instinctively tried to back away, forgetting she was at the edge. Her heel slipped on the slick rim, and she tumbled into the pool, gulping down several mouthfuls of water.

The space in such a single-person pool was very limited; Maxwell simply reached out and pulled her up.