When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 62

Dorothea started coughing so hard she could barely breathe, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red with every gasp.

Latham pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and tried to hand it to her, but she pushed his hand away in a flash.

He stopped, surprised, the smile slipping from his face.

Realizing she had overreacted, Dorothea scrambled to apologize. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that…”

“It’s alright,” Latham said, his voice suddenly cool and distant. “I get it. If anyone got kissed by a gay guy, they’d feel weird too, right? But you don’t have to worry, I get a checkup every year. No need to be so grossed out.”

Dorothea opened her mouth to explain, but Latham was already pulling the car out of the parking lot.

***

Albert had just wrapped up a business dinner. He’d had a couple of drinks, so he loosened his tie and rubbed his forehead, trying to ease the tension.

The window was open halfway and the wind whipped across his face, cooling the heat in his cheeks and calming him down a little.

He didn’t even know why, but every time he was alone, Dorothea’s face popped into his mind. She had such a gentle, quiet beauty. Not exactly stunning, but the kind of pretty that made you want to keep looking.

It surprised him, how she slipped into his life without warning. Now, with her gone, everything felt a little off, like he was missing something he never realized was important.

Was she really married?

The black Bentley slid into traffic. Cars zipped past, just blurs of color and metal.

Then, a flash of purple caught his eye. Albert’s gaze sharpened.

That was Latham’s Bugatti. There was only one car that color in the whole country, and it was registered to Latham.

And… was there a woman in the passenger seat?

Albert remembered hearing rumors about Latham getting engaged. So, that had to be his fiancée, right?

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