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?”

Since the facade was torn, there was no need to save face for him anymore. “You should think

about how you’ll explain this to Maxwell.”

Panic flashed through Mr. Ferber’s eyes, his teeth grinding as he spoke furiously. “You think too

highly of yourself! Any closer and you think it’s harassment. Women like you throw themselves at

me every day. Do you really think I have lecherous intentions towards you?”

He kept jabbing the elevator button to open. “I think you’re not just paranoid, but sick. You better

see a psychiatrist soon, so you can stop being paranoid all the time!”

His confidence came from his observation today... The relationship between the Templeton pair

wasn’t good at all. Those intimate gestures were clearly for show. Maybe Maxwell wouldn’t care

about what happened to her.

“Mr. Ferber.” Rosemary, however, called out to him.

As Mr. Ferber turned around, he was met with the woman’s radiant smile. Though his head still

buzzed, his spirit was irresistibly stirred.

Damn, she’s hot. If he didn’t get her into bed, he’d regret it for life!

Her voice soft, almost seductive: “Be smarter next time. Pick a place without cameras.”

And then she’d take down this perverted scumbag!

But Mr. Ferber missed her point. A place without cameras?

What did she mean? No cameras, did that mean?

As this thought emerged, Mr. Ferber felt his body heat up, wishing he could ask for more details.

But then he thought better of it. She was obviously hinting at something!

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.