Chapter 95
Albert slammed his fist into the glass coffee table, blood welling up between his knuckles. He could hardly believe it. Dorothea was really married now. She had even taken wedding photos with another man.
Dorothea sat at the edge of her bed, phone pressed to her ear as she talked to Carmen.
“Dorothea, I just retweeted your wedding photo on my feed!” Carmen announced, sounding way too pleased with herself.
Dorothea paused for a second. “Carmen, you p>
“I did it on purpose, you know. I wanted Albert to see it. He’s always going after that witch. I just wanted him to know you’re doing perfectly fine without him p>
“Don’t worry, Dorothea. Mr. Stephens didn’t even show his face in that picture. Even if Albert asks, I’m not telling him a thing p>
It wasn’t that Carmen was trying to keep secrets from Albert. She just figured Dorothea deserved to share the news herself.
Dorothea sighed and smiled, a little resigned. “It’s fine. What’s done is done p>
She’d posted the photos online anyway, never intending to hide anything. If Latham hadn’t insisted, she probably would’ve just uploaded a solo shot. Now, looking at the photo again, she wondered if Albert would recognize the man’s back.
Suddenly, she glanced at the door. “Carmen, someone’s knocking. I’ll call you later p>
“Alright, go deal with it.” Carmen hung up right away.
Dorothea still had her phone in hand as she opened the door. Latham stood outside, holding his own phone.
He nodded toward it. “Dad wants to video chat with you p>
She let him in and took the phone, putting on a smile. “Dad p>
Ladd’s face filled the screen, his hand stroking his beard. “Having fun, Dorothea? Latham hasn’t gotten on your nerves, has he p>
Dorothea shook her head. “Don’t worry, Dad. Everything’s good here p>
“I heard there was a typhoon at one of your stops. Good thing you guys changed plans. Getting stuck there would’ve been a disaster p>
Dorothea had to admit, their luck hadn’t been bad. They visited the mountains first, and when they tried to head to the island, the storm showed up. So they just changed destinations. Everything had worked out so far.
“Dorothea, Latham doesn’t know much. Go easy on him, alright? If he ever makes you mad, just call me. I’ll give him a hard time for you p>
Dorothea couldn’t help but laugh. They chatted a bit more before she hung up.
Latham looked at her,
at her, half-smilinge
“Some wonder if you’re
elet
s kid not me
She grinned and handed back his phone. “Here p>
Latham turned to leave, but when he tried the door handle, it wouldn’t budge.
Dorothea frowned and came over. “What’s up? Is the door stuck p>
She gave it a try herself, but it still wouldn’t open.
Latham let out a quiet sigh. “Looks like my dad’s up to something again p>
Dorothea blinked in surprise. “You mean, your dad had someone lock the door?” “Yeah p>
Since they were on the yacht heading back, there was no point even trying to call the police.
“Try your phone?” Dorothea suggested.
Latham checked, but shook his head. “No signal. Dad really went all out this time p>
Dorothea pouted. “So what do we do now p>
“Probably the same as last time. He wants us to spend the night together p>
He saw her face fall and quickly
added, “Don’t worry. We haven’t had anything to drink, so nothing’s going to happen Worst case, I’ll sleep or the floor p>
Dorothea eyed him suspiciously. “And what if you try something?” Latham raised both hands in surrender. “Did you forget I like guys p>
Honestly, Dorothea didn’t trust him one bit, but there they were, locked in a room on a yacht with nowhere to go. She didn’t have much of a choice.
She glared at him. “Fine. But if this happens again, we’re getting a divorce p>
Latham grinned. “Deal p>