When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 168

Latham was taking Albert’s wedding way too seriously, turning it into his own personal project. “We’re picking out your outfit for the big day today,” he announced.

Dorothea gave him a look. “Isn’t that a bit much?”

He just blinked at her, acting like this was all perfectly normal. “Didn’t you say we have to bring a gift? You’re on a business trip the day after tomorrow. You’ll be back Friday. The wedding’s Saturday. I’ve got a dinner thing tomorrow, so today’s our only shot to get your dress sorted.”

Dorothea couldn’t figure him out. She wasn’t talking about the timing. She just didn’t see why two people going to a friend’s wedding needed a whole new wardrobe.

But Latham was all in. “You don’t get many chances to see Albert embarrass himself. Shouldn’t we show up looking amazing?”

She couldn’t help smirking. “Alright then.”

That afternoon, she let Latham drag her to a boutique, where she settled on a simple white satin dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline. Latham’s eyes lingered on her bare, porcelain neck.

“There’s an auction tonight. Want to check it out with me?”

Dorothea shook her head. “I’ve got an online meeting later. Need to get back to the office.”

“No problem. I’ll pick something out for you. Want the driver to take you?”

She waved him off. “I drove myself. No need to go through all that trouble. I’ll get there on my own.”

He didn’t push it.

After parking her car in the basement, Dorothea decided to grab a coffee outside the office. She wasn’t expecting the sky to just open up the second her drink was ready.

The rain was pouring, borderline violent, and the coffee shop was still a couple hundred meters from her building. If she ran for it, she’d be drenched.

She scrolled through her contacts, debating who she could call to bring her an umbrella. That’s when she heard a familiar, gentle voice.

“Dorothea, did you forget your umbrella?” Edmond was smiling, holding a sleek black umbrella in one pale hand.

He lifted it a little. “I brought one. If you don’t mind, want to walk back together?”

It wasn’t like she had a choice. Her meeting was about to start, and she’d cut it pretty close already. She kept her tone polite but distant. “Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.”

Edmond was the perfect gentleman, angling most of the umbrella her way. She noticed his shoulder was already getting soaked.

“You don’t need to lean it all toward me. It’s a big umbrella. Just move in a little.”

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