When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 337

“Why don’t you try it and see if it hurts?” Her voice was sharp, the kind of tone that didn’t invite much sympathy.

Latham crouched down beside her, his hand cool as he pressed the back of it to her forehead, checking for a fever. Sometimes a bad toothache came with a low fever, but her skin felt normal. At least she wasn’t burning up.

“I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve come home sooner. Come on, let’s get up. I’ll help you rinse with some warm saltwater, okay?”

Dorothea knew her toothache had nothing to do with Latham, but she couldn’t help feeling a little bitter. If she weren’t pregnant, she could just take some painkillers and be done with it. Now, because of the baby, she couldn’t take anything strong. All she could do was grit her teeth and suffer through it, and the unfairness of it all just made her mood worse.

“No, I don’t want to. Let me just die from the pain,” she muttered, pouting like a child.

Latham only sighed, the kind of sigh that said he was used to her stubborn moments. He disappeared into the kitchen and came back holding a glass of warm saltwater and a small basin. Squatting at her side, he looked up at her with gentle eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart. Rinsing will help a little. Don’t punish yourself just because you’re mad at me, okay?”

Dorothea wasn’t completely unreasonable. She let out a small whine, but eventually propped herself up, making it clear she was only giving in because she had no other choice.

Latham didn’t waste a second. He brought the cup to her lips, careful and patient. As the warm saltwater washed over her sore gums, the ache pulsed sharper for a moment. She blinked, suddenly feeling a wave of self-pity. Tears pricked at her nose. If she hadn’t gotten married, this wouldn’t be happening. If she hadn’t gotten married, she wouldn’t be pregnant. The thoughts tumbled through her mind, each one making her more miserable.

Latham must have sensed how down she felt. He gently dabbed away the water at the corner of her lips. “I read online that after rinsing, you can use a little white vinegar on the sore spot. It’s supposed to help with the swelling.”

“Open up for me, baby.”

Dorothea lay back and parted her lips, looking pale and a little dramatic. Latham smiled, soft and teasing. “Say ah…”

She rolled her eyes at the ceiling, but still obediently let out a quiet “ah.”

The white vinegar stung a little, but not as much as she’d feared. Actually, it felt kind of nice. The throbbing pain eased ever so slightly, and for a moment she wondered if this home remedy might actually work.

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