When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 215

Albert’s heart skipped a beat. When did Latham start having feelings for Dorothea? Was it back when Dorothea was still his girlfriend? Had Latham been planning this from the start?

“Albert, you don’t look so good... Did I say something wrong?” Luke asked, a little worried.

Albert managed a small smile. “No, it’s nothing. Thanks, Luke.”

If Luke hadn’t brought it up, Albert might have stayed clueless for who knows how long.

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Dorothea was anxious that Latham might use up his last “allowance” for the week while her grandma was out of the villa. Luckily, for two nights in a row, he behaved himself. The most he did was hold her and kiss her for a bit before falling asleep.

On Friday, Latham handed her a wedding invitation. “My college roommate is getting married. Will you come with me tomorrow?”

Dorothea blinked. She always thought he’d gone to college abroad. “Wait, you studied here?”

Latham nodded. “Yeah.”

She realized she’d never really paid attention to his past. “Alright. Should we bring a gift?”

A hint of a smile touched Latham’s lips. “No need. I already sent him his wedding present. Trust me, he only cares about money.”

When they arrived at the wedding, Latham slipped his arm around Dorothea’s waist. The moment they walked in, all eyes turned to them.

Levi came running over, his face lit up. He gave Latham a friendly punch on the arm. “Latham, you made it! I honestly thought you’d bail.”

He turned to Dorothea. “I heard your wedding’s next month. Didn’t expect to meet you so soon.”

Dorothea wore a soft apricot trench coat, looking gentle and sweet. Standing next to Latham in his gray coat, the two of them looked perfect together.

Levi grinned. “Hey, you’re a married man now, Latham. Watch yourself. Your wife’s got her eyes on you.”

She didn’t take any of it too seriously. After a bit more small talk, she followed Latham into the banquet hall and found their seats.

Latham headed to the restroom. Dorothea, bored, started scrolling through her phone. Suddenly, she overheard two people whispering a couple seats away.

“Lanny, come on, just tell me what Latham got tattooed when he came to you. I’m dying to know.”

“Just shut up. If you’re that curious, go ask him yourself,” Lanny replied, sounding annoyed. He glanced Dorothea’s way and only relaxed when he saw she wasn’t paying attention.

Thank goodness she didn’t hear.

Lanny still remembered three years ago when a completely wasted Latham showed up, pointing to his chest and insisting on getting a tattoo.

Back then, Lanny honestly thought he had the wrong guy.