When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 326

“Is it okay?” Latham watched her, hope shining in his eyes.

“It’s actually pretty good,” Dorothea said, giving a little nod. “Did the new housekeeper make this? The soup tastes so much like the one my grandpa used to make when I was little.”

Latham grinned. “Yeah! You’ve barely eaten anything these last few days, just porridge and light stuff. Why don’t you start with half a bowl of soup tonight, and tomorrow we can slowly add more back into your meals?” He sounded worried, like he was afraid her stomach wouldn’t handle too much at once.

“Alright.” Dorothea didn’t argue. “Once I’m feeling better, I need to get back to work at the office.”

Latham paused, thinking for a moment. “Babe, can we talk about that? How about you let your team take care of things at the company for the next few months? You could work from home instead. I’d feel a lot better if you weren’t commuting every day while you’re pregnant.”

“But plenty of women work while they’re pregnant. I’m fine, I’m not that delicate,” Dorothea insisted. The thought of being stuck at home all day just didn’t sit right with her. Her company wasn’t exactly big, but she was still proud of it. At least she could make her own money, and she didn’t want to feel useless.

“I can still earn money. And if this housekeeper sticks around, I’ll be able to eat like normal anyway, right?”

Latham pressed his lips together. “You could still earn money working from home, though.” He knew he wasn’t going to win this one. “Fine.”

The new housekeeper really knew her way around the kitchen, but Dorothea couldn’t shake the feeling that the food tasted oddly familiar. It was so close to her grandpa’s cooking, but not quite the same. She even had her grandmother try it, and her grandma agreed—it was almost exactly like his.

That got Dorothea thinking. One afternoon, she walked past the kitchen and heard the housekeeper on the phone, asking someone about making chicken soup. The voice on the other end sounded way too familiar.

“Elise, I think your recipe is a bit bland. Should I add some salt?”

“No, don’t add any. If you put too much, the flavor won’t be right!”

Dorothea stepped into the kitchen. “Who are you talking to?”

The housekeeper jumped and quickly hung up. “Oh—Dorothea, I was just talking to my cousin. She makes really good soup, so I called to ask for her recipe.”

Latham frowned. “So what are you going to do about food?”

Dorothea gave a haughty little sniff. “I’ll cook for myself.”

“You?”

“I might not be great at a lot of things, but my soup is honestly amazing.”

Latham rubbed his nose, not quite convinced. But if his wife wanted to cook, what else could he do? He’d just have to let her.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Alright, whatever you say. As long as you promise to take care of yourself, I’ll go along with it.”