When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 209

Dorothea knew she was in the wrong. She figured the flowers were probably from Albert.

Normally, she wouldn’t bother her team after hours unless it was something urgent, but tonight she made an exception. She called the Admin Director and told them, in no uncertain terms, that the front desk should turn away any flowers sent to her from now on.

That should put an end to it.

Just as she finished the call, Latham closed the door behind him. “All done?”

She nodded, setting her phone aside. “It was just a misunderstanding. It won’t happen again.”

She’d been the one to suggest that if either of them cheated, the marriage would be over. She never expected to be the one suspected of straying, not even a day later.

Latham slipped off his jacket and, with easy strength, lifted her from the chair and into his arms. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss.

“Open up,” he murmured, his voice low and just a little rough, coaxing her.

His tongue brushed gently over her lips, making her flinch back a bit.

But his hands held her at the waist, not letting her go, deepening the kiss.

He traced kisses from her brows to her nose, the corners of her lips, down the graceful line of her neck. Finally, he stopped at her collarbone.

Dorothea shivered from head to toe under his kisses, pressing closer to him without even thinking.

Latham seemed to take her reaction as encouragement. He held her tight and started for the bathroom.

Nerves twisted in her stomach. She dug her nails into his shoulder. “Latham…”

“Mmm, I’m here.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, not once but again and again. “Are you still going to accept flowers from other men?”

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “No. I won’t.”

He kissed her eyelids, clearly pleased. “Good. I’m not the forgiving type. Next time, I won’t let you off so easy.”

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The next morning, Dorothea woke up and realized Latham was still in bed. She turned over, her back to him, not quite ready to face him.

Last night, they’d done everything except that last step.

Everything they should have done. Everything they shouldn’t have, too.

But Latham wouldn’t let her hide. She felt his warm breath at her back. “You’re up. It’s the weekend. Wanna get up?”

She burrowed deeper under the covers, inching away. “You get up. I want to sleep a little longer.”

“Alright. Want me to massage your hand?”

She shot a kick backward at him. “Shut up!”

Latham chuckled, the sound warm and low. “Okay, okay. You worked hard last night. I just feel bad for you. Your hand might be sore. That’s all I meant.”

Once he finally got out of bed, Dorothea slowly opened her eyes and grabbed her phone. There were a bunch of messages from Carmen.

Dorothea, did Albert send you flowers yesterday?

I saw a huge bouquet of pink roses in the trash when I got home. I mentioned it to Albert, and he stormed out looking absolutely pissed. He didn’t come back. Later, when I checked, the roses had been shredded.

Did you throw them out?

Wow, you went to sleep early tonight.

Only then did Dorothea realize what had happened. Latham must have had someone drive the flowers over and dump them right outside Albert’s door.

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