When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 220

Lately, Latham couldn’t shake the feeling that Dorothea was mad at him. She’d always turned her back to him at night, but now there was a whole different vibe. Her slender back just radiated silent annoyance.

That day, Latham didn’t bother texting her first. He just showed up at her office.

The receptionist’s cheeks flushed pink when she spotted him. “Hi there. Who are you here to see?”

It was nearly quitting time, so she probably thought he was some last-minute client from sales.

He flashed a small, easy smile. “I’m here for Dorothea. I’m her husband. Would you mind letting her know? Thanks.”

The receptionist’s eyes went wide. “Oh! Of course, I’ll tell her right away!”

Dorothea’s secretary came over a moment later and greeted him. “Hello, Latham. This way, please.”

It didn’t take long for the whole company to start buzzing. “Dorothea’s husband is Latham? No way!” Some people were already whispering and sneaking glances as he walked by.

Latham just grinned, strolling toward Dorothea’s office. If she wouldn’t make their relationship official, he’d do it himself.

Dorothea was just hanging up the phone when she saw him. She looked surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I have no idea why my wife’s mad at me, so I came to win her over.”

Dorothea’s ears turned red. She shot him a look, then nodded to her secretary. “Thank you. You can go.”

When the door closed, Dorothea pressed her lips together. “You should have told me you were coming.”

Latham sat right down in the chair in front of her, totally comfortable, raising a brow. “What, am I too ugly to be seen in public? Or do you just not want anyone to know about me?”

He checked his watch and tapped the desk. “It’s five-thirty, Dorothea. Time to go home.”

Dorothea could only sigh. There were times when Latham’s shamelessness was truly unbeatable.

She shut her laptop, grabbed her coat, and stood. “Let’s go home.”

She barely took two steps before Latham caught her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. His hand held her steady as she squirmed, and his laugh rumbled against her back.

He smiled and gently tipped her chin up. “So tell me, what’s got you so mad lately?”

She felt his breath warm against her ear, making her cheeks heat up.

“I’m not mad.”

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