When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 309

“Again?” Latham lifted an eyebrow. So Dorothea had already come in for a checkup before and knew she was perfectly fine. Her dragging him here today really meant she suspected the problem was with him. Latham almost laughed from how ridiculous it all was.

“Thank you, Doctor. I’ll make sure to go home and reassure my wife, help her feel at ease.” He lingered on those last words, making his point very clear.

Just hearing his tone made Dorothea’s legs go weak. So, neither of them had any issues. Was she just overthinking everything?

As they left the hospital, Latham’s smile was hard to read. “Babe, what exactly do you think I’m lacking? You think I can’t keep up? If you’re worried about my stamina, maybe I should prove myself tonight.”

Dorothea stared at him, speechless. She felt like she’d shot herself in the foot. “No, I was wrong, honey. You’re perfect.”

Latham’s grin turned sly. “Too late for that.”

…

Dorothea was running late again the next morning. She shot Latham a dirty look, but he just sighed, sounding innocent. “Babe, I didn’t mean to keep you up last night. But since my own wife questioned my abilities, I had to clear my name the only way I know how.”

He leaned down, gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, and looked completely refreshed. “Don’t be mad. Let’s take a break tomorrow night. The night after, I’ll work extra hard. I’m off to the office.”

When he was gone, Dorothea flopped back onto the bed, completely drained and full of regret. Seriously, if he kept “working” so hard, he was going to wear her out.

The sight of him instantly killed her mood. She hurried toward her car, but Albert stepped in front of her, blocking her way.

“Dorothea, I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

Dorothea’s patience snapped. “Albert, aren’t you tired of this? There’s nothing left to say between us. Move, okay?”

Albert swallowed hard, his jaw tense as he tried to keep his temper in check. He took a deep breath. “I won’t take much of your time. This is about Latham. Are you sure you really know the man you’re sharing a bed with? You always say I lied, but trust me, my lies are nothing compared to his. Just give me thirty minutes. After that, I promise I’ll never bother you again.”

Dorothea pressed her lips together, giving him a cold, measured look. “Fine. Thirty minutes. You better keep your promise.”