When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 242

Dorothea had been giving Latham the cold shoulder for two whole days. She was still annoyed about how he’d gotten carried away last time.

“Latham, you seriously need to learn some self-control.”

Latham looked wounded. “Babe, I’ve been holding back for thirty-one years. How much more self-control do you want?”

He tried to soften his tone. “Next time, I promise I’ll be gentle, okay?”

Dorothea just stared at him. “Your promises mean nothing.”

Latham fell silent.

“I need eight hours of sleep every night. That means I have to be in bed by eleven, no excuses.”

“Don’t give me those sad puppy eyes. If anything, you should feel bad for me. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in days.”

Dorothea rolled her eyes. “Anyway, you know what I expect. Do what you want.”

She grabbed her bag and headed out for work.

Latham started calculating in his head. If you took out time for dinner and getting ready for bed, that meant they had to be in bed by nine. Two hours together… that wasn’t much at all.

...

Later, Latham parked his car on the side of the street, stopped by a flower shop, and picked out a bouquet of roses. He gave them Dorothea’s office address and scribbled a note on a little card: “Babe, please don’t stay mad.”

After he paid, the shop clerk smiled at him. “You and your wife must have a great relationship.”

He grinned. “Of course.”

But as he walked back to his car, he spotted a woman waiting beside it.

The moment Bertha saw Latham, she knew she was interested. She walked up with a big, confident smile, flipping her hair. “Latham, I’m Bertha. Dorothea’s cousin. What a coincidence, running into you here.”

Latham raised an eyebrow. “A gentleman? What’s that? Can you eat it?”

He brushed past her, climbed in his car, and drove off without a second glance. Bertha bit her lip, convinced he was just playing hard to get.

She’d seen this kind of game before. If this approach didn’t work, she’d just go find Dorothea directly.

...

Dorothea barely stepped into the office before she was pulled into a meeting with Platt. Her phone was set to silent, so she missed all of Latham’s calls.

When the front desk received the roses, they put them right on her desk.

Back at her station, the receptionist chatted excitedly with a coworker. “Latham and Dorothea are so sweet together. He sends her flowers all the time.”

“I swear I wasn’t being nosy, but I saw the card he put with the flowers. It said, ‘Babe, I’m sorry.’ They’re just so adorable.”