When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 92

Albert nodded. “Latham just snatched up that piece of land Layton wanted so badly.”

Carola paused, her mind spinning.

That land again.

She knew every detail about it. Her dad had tried to set up Dorothea and Harper just to get their hands on it from the Stephens family.

So how did Latham end up with it?

A wild thought flashed through her mind. Her dad had been working so hard on Dorothea’s marriage plans. Was it possible that Dorothea’s secret fiancé was actually Latham?

The idea drained the blood from her face.

Albert noticed right away. “Carola, are you okay?”

She caught herself and gave him a small smile. “I’m fine, Albert. I was just spacing out, thinking about how many dresses I should wear tomorrow.”

Albert couldn’t help but laugh. He reached over and ruffled her hair, his tone full of affection. “Wear as many as you want. If we can’t get all the photos done in one day, we’ll just keep going all week, alright?”

Carola smiled softly.

Having Albert’s love made her feel secure.

Of course, there was no way Dorothea would marry Latham.

Even if Mr. Stephens liked men, he still wouldn’t marry Dorothea.

She’d let her imagination run wild for a minute. That was all.

Once she finished the photoshoot tomorrow, she was definitely going to tell Dorothea just how happy she was.

***

The yacht was massive. Dorothea wandered around like she’d never seen anything like it, poking her head into every corner.

Latham didn’t seem annoyed at all. He played the perfect gentleman, explaining things to her as they walked.

Suddenly, Latham stumbled a little. Dorothea frowned and looked over at him. “Are you alright?”

“Thank you.”

He could feel the warmth of her hand through his shirt, and his smile grew a bit.

Dorothea was struggling. His breath was hot against her ear, and he wasn’t exactly light. She had to hold him tighter around the waist just to keep him steady.

Bit by bit, they made it to her room.

She helped him over to her bed and eased him down.

Her forehead was damp with sweat. The whole thing had worn her out.

Latham lay back, eyes closed, looking like he felt awful.

“There must be a doctor on board. I’ll go get someone to check on you,” Dorothea said.

Before she could move away, his warm hand closed around her wrist.

“Don’t go. I feel a little better with you here. If you leave, I think I’ll just get dizzier.”