When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 156

Dorothea spoke gently, “Garth, sweetheart, Mamie isn’t feeling her best tonight. I’m going to take her to her room now. Can you be a good boy and go to sleep?”

As she said this, she signaled for Latham to call Linda.

Linda, who lived just next door, showed up in no time. Together, she and Dorothea helped Mamie clean up a bit and got her into fresh pajamas. Linda even made some hangover tea and poured it into a thermos, leaving it by the bed.

It wasn’t until Dorothea was sure Mamie had really fallen asleep that she noticed it was already past two in the morning.

She told Linda to head back and get some rest. Then she quietly closed Mamie’s door and, on her way out, slipped a little note under the thermos, just in case Mamie woke up confused or scared.

Only after making sure everything was set did Dorothea go back to the master bedroom.

She didn’t expect to find Latham still awake, his eyes locked on her in the dim light. Dorothea felt a little awkward. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Latham’s lips curled into a lazy smile. “No reason. I was just thinking, last time I got drunk, you didn’t take care of me like that.”

Dorothea couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “Were you even really drunk last time?”

If she remembered right, Latham had only pretended to be drunk. And now he had the nerve to bring it up again.

Latham rubbed his nose and grinned. “Alright, I’m done teasing. Guess who just messaged me?”

Dorothea shook her head. “Who?”

Latham crooked his finger, inviting her over. “Come take a look.”

Nobody could resist Latham’s gossip, especially Dorothea. She leaned in, glancing at his phone.

On the screen was a message: [Mr. Uptight: The friend Dorothea mentioned on the phone, was that Mamie?]

Latham shot her a proud look. “Do you know what it means for Scott to send this?”

Dorothea blinked in surprise. “Mr. Uptight is Scott?”

That nickname... it was weirdly fitting and made her want to laugh.

“Yep. I think Scott’s totally into your friend.”

It took her a second, but Mamie realized it really was Garth. She glanced around at the unfamiliar room, then spotted a note on the nightstand.

[You got drunk last night and I didn’t know your address, so I brought you back here. The housekeeper and I helped you change, sorry if it was awkward. There’s hangover tea in the thermos, drink some and you’ll feel better. —Dorothea]

Memories of the night before started coming back. “Sorry, Garth. Thanks for waking me. I’ll get up now, you go eat breakfast first.”

Garth let out a little huff. “Okay, Mamie. I’ll wait for you outside.”

Once Mamie finished freshening up in the bathroom, she noticed her clothes from yesterday, washed and folded neatly on the counter. There was even a set of skincare and makeup products laid out for her. It was all so thoughtful it made her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

She got herself together, made the bed, and stepped out of the room to try and find the dining area. Suddenly, she came face-to-face with a pair of sharp, piercing eyes.

Scott put down his business magazine. “You’re up? The dining room’s this way. I’ll show you.”

Mamie just stared at him, speechless.

Why was Scott here, too?