When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 6

The room was dim, shadows curling around the corners. Latham bent his knee, lounging with his hand braced casually next to her. He angled his head, leaning in so his ear was right by Dorothea’s lips, waiting for her to say something.

Dorothea had been crying quietly, but now she felt awkward having him show up out of nowhere. She tried to hold back her tears, but a soft hiccup slipped out. Her nose twitched a little with every breath, making her look unexpectedly cute.

Trying to change the subject, Dorothea sniffed and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Latham’s dark eyes glimmered, and a lazy, crooked smile tugged at his mouth. “Saw a pretty girl crying and couldn’t just walk by. Had to see who could hurt someone this beautiful.”

He let the words hang in the air, his voice slow and careless. “Didn’t expect it to be my wife.”

Dorothea’s brows drew together as she shot him a wary look. “Don’t flatter yourself. This is just a marriage of convenience. We’re not close.”

Her words seemed to freeze the air between them for a moment.

Latham stepped back a little, his gaze sharpening. “Still, you’re my wife. Where are you headed? Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

He pulled open the door of his purple Bugatti, beckoning her with a quick gesture.

Dorothea pressed her lips together, all traces of her earlier sadness gone. “I’ll pass.”

Latham clicked his tongue. “Let’s go. I don’t need the press saying my wife was out here crying over some other guy. That would really ruin my mood.”

Left with no real choice, and feeling too drained to argue, Dorothea slid into the passenger seat. She’d never been in a car like this before. Albert always drove something practical, like a sedan or an SUV. Sure, he had a couple of sports cars in his garage, but Dorothea was never allowed near them.

She stared out the window, lost in thought, while Latham glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Her eyes were still wet, the corners tinged with red.

“Got your heart broken?” Latham asked, this time with none of his usual sarcasm. His voice was quieter, almost gentle.

Dorothea glanced over, noticing the tattoo peeking out from his collarbone. “Something like that. But you don’t have to worry. He’s an ex now. Won’t cause you any trouble. Anyway, we agreed not to meddle in each other’s lives. Do whatever you want.”

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