When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 163

Albert couldn’t help but be curious about Latham’s fiancée.

Their wedding was just a month away, but the bride-to-be was still nowhere to be seen. That was just… odd. As for all the rumors about Latham liking men and suddenly deciding to get married, Albert honestly didn’t care. In their world, it was ridiculously easy for rich guys like them to find a picture-perfect wife for appearances. It wasn’t his problem anyway.

Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about the last time he saw Carmen stepping out of Latham’s car. She’d started rambling nonsense afterward, which made Albert’s mind spin with possibilities. As long as he was sure it had nothing to do with Carmen or Dorothea, Latham’s love life could go up in flames for all he cared.

Someone in the group interrupted his thoughts. “Who cares what Latham does? He’s got nothing to do with us.”

“Come on, Albert, don’t kill the mood. Let’s keep playing.”

Albert sat back, legs crossed, absently spinning his wedding band around his finger. “It won’t hurt to go say hi.”

Everyone tensed. The room went quiet in an instant. No one had forgotten the last time Albert and Latham almost came to blows. Was tonight going to be a repeat? Sitting across from them was a police chief, too. If things got out of hand, there’d be no way to explain it away.

“Albert, there’s nothing to say. Just let it go,” someone said.

Albert’s gaze turned icy. “Wow, you all look terrified. You think I’m scared of Latham?”

He stood up, straightening his jacket. “Relax, I’m just saying hello. That’s all.”

“Nothing to do with Latham,” he added, heading out first. The others exchanged uneasy looks and scrambled after him.

When Albert pushed open the door to the private room across the hall, Latham was nowhere to be found. The room fell silent, like someone had pressed pause on everything.

Albert gave a polite, easy smile. “Sorry, wrong room. Have fun, Pearson.”

Pearson was the only one he knew in there, and even that was a stretch.

The guys behind Albert let out a collective sigh of relief.

He waved them off. “I’m going out for a smoke.”

Albert made his way down the corridor to the terrace. Through the glass door, he could just make out a blurry figure. It looked a lot like Latham.

Latham was leaning on the railing, the night breeze tossing Dorothea’s hair as she stood beside him. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Next time, make sure everyone gives up their cigarettes before coming in.”

Dorothea laughed softly. “No need. I’m not that fragile. The air inside was just too much with the AC. I just needed some fresh air. I’m fine now.”

She knew it wasn’t right to make a bunch of spoiled rich kids hold back from smoking just for her.

“We’ve been out here a while. Let’s head back,” Latham suggested.

This was Dorothea’s first time meeting Latham’s friends in any official way. Of course she wanted to make him look good, even if he’d just teased her a moment ago. She let it slide.

Latham turned, and at the same time, spotted Albert heading their way.

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Don’t look back. Albert’s behind you, about fifty meters out.”

“What?” Dorothea stiffened, panic flickering in her eyes as she looked at Latham. “What do we do?”

Latham’s smile grew mischievous. “I can help you.”

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