Chapter 102
Latham thought she’d just been out having fun all night, and his voice was thick with jealousy.
Dorothea didn’t have it in her to explain. “Yeah, it’s late. Didn’t I tell you not to wait for me p>
Her words carried a hint of impatience, which only made Latham even more jealous.
They’d just barely started getting along again after he helped her with her injury, but now things felt chilly between them.
Latham caught her wrist. “What’s wrong? Did someone mess with you p>
Dorothea held back the sting in her nose, just feeling exhausted.
“I’m sorry. I’m not in a great mood today, and I shouldn’t have snapped at you p>
Latham nodded. “Yeah, you were pretty cold. I could tell you were annoyed with me. But I’ll let it slide p>
His half-teasing, half-forgiving tone made her irritation fade a little.
She thought, Latham was the kind of guy who never seemed to let things eat away at him.
“Want a midnight snack? I could make you some pasta,” he offered.
Dorothea’s stomach growled in response. She never believed in punishing herself by going hungry. “Black pepper, please p>
Latham’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “You got it p>
Dorothea went to the bathroom, and when she came back, Latham was already plating the pasta.
She watched him handle it so smoothly. “Do you cook a lot p>
“Sometimes. When I get sick of takeout, I’ll make something myself,” he replied. Dorothea tried a bite and her eyes lit up, wide and bright. “This is really good p>
She hadn’t expected Latham to know how to cook, let alone actually be good at it. He grinned. “Glad you like it. Eat as much as you want p>
But she just couldn’t shake what
was weighing on her mind. Halfway through she set her fork down”] save the rest in the fridge for breakfast p>
Latham had gone to the trouble, and she didn’t want to seem ungrateful by tossing it out.
He made a little sound. “No wonder you’re so skinny. You eat like a bird p>
He pulled the bowl over and polished off the leftovers himself, not the least bit bothered.
Dorothea’s eyes widened. “You don’t care p>
Latham finished in a couple of bites, still somehow managing to look effortlessly classy.
He grabbed a napkin, wiped his
mouth, and looked at her with a little
smirk. I’m not picky like that. Go
brush your teeth and get some sleep content
Dorothea glanced at him, a little surprised. Was he always this easygoing?
“Thanks for tonight p>
As she walked out of the dining room, Latham’s eyes grew serious. He pulled out
his phone. “Find out what happened at The Gresham today p>
If it had been something with Elise, Dorothea might pretend she didn’t care, but he’d see it in her eyes. Tonight, though, there was a kind of sadness about her. The only thing that came to mind was her father’s hotel.
A little while later, his assistant called back with all the details.
Latham’s gaze chilled. Why did some people never learn?
“Fine. Let The Brown Group’s stock drop tomorrow p>
If the younger ones didn’t know how to behave, he’d deal with their parents.