When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 188

Dorothea pressed her lips together and tried to sound calm. “It was Albert. I’ve already blocked his number and his assistant’s. I have no idea how he got a new one.”

“I just blocked that one, too.”

Latham felt a sour ache in his chest. The call had been so quiet, and he couldn’t help but wonder what underhanded tricks Albert was using to mess with his wife’s feelings.

“What did he say?”

Dorothea shook her head. “Nothing important. Just something trivial. I hung up on him.”

Latham believed her. She’d barely spoken a word to Albert. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what counted as unimportant to her.

For him, it was anything but unimportant.

“Dorothea, I don’t have nearly as much dating experience as you. If I were any other guy, I’d probably be making a big deal out of this.” He paused, then changed his tone. “But I’m not other guys. If you give me a good morning kiss every day, I’ll forgive you.”

A good morning kiss? That felt way too intimate.

Dorothea shot him a look, her expression complicated. Latham’s deep eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.

“I’m not trying to trick you into kissing me. I’m not taking advantage of you. If anything, you’re the one getting the better deal.”

He said it so smoothly, not a hint of embarrassment. “Honestly, it’s just to make Grandma happy.”

“In Grandma’s eyes, aren’t we already a married couple?”

He sounded so reasonable, so matter-of-fact, that Dorothea couldn’t find a single argument.

But she couldn’t agree to this that easily. “Let’s talk about it if Grandma ever brings it up.”

“I have to get up early tomorrow. I’m going to sleep.”

Dorothea slipped under the covers, turning her back to Latham, doing her best to avoid his intense gaze.

Latham’s eyes dimmed a little, the sour feeling in his heart growing stronger. He moved closer to her, closing the distance.

She could feel the heat from his body and edged away. He followed. She scooted to the edge of the bed, but there was nowhere left to go.

“Latham, how long are you planning to crowd me?”

He let out a low laugh. “Isn’t this my bed? How is it crowded?”

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