Chapter 177
Latham fully expected Albert to keep defending Carola, but Albert surprised everyone with his first question. “What do you mean, ‘your lover p>
He turned to Dorothea and blurted out, “Dorothea, do you even know Latham likes men p>
Dorothea opened her mouth, ready to step forward, but before she could even move, Latham shifted to block her view. He didn’t want his wife giving this jerk even a second of attention.
“How should I even explain what a lover is to you?” Latham’s tone was teasing, a playful smile curling his lips. “Maybe we should invite Jared to give you a quick lesson p>
“And by the way,” he added, “who told you I like men p>
He looked back at Albert, his eyes sparkling with that mischievous glint, his voice low and impossibly gentle. “I love my wife. I love her more than anything p>
Dorothea’s heart skipped wildly. Latham shot her a wink, then leaned in, closing the space between them. “Come on, babe, let’s give Albert a little proof p>
His striking features drew closer until he was just inches from her. Sunlight spilled down, wrapping the two of them in a soft, golden glow. In that moment, it felt like they were the real stars of this wedding.
Latham let go of her hand for just a second, only to slip his fingers around the back of her neck. His thumb found the spot just behind her ear, right where her pulse was racing. She could feel the heat of his touch through her hair, and then his lips-hot and urgent captured hers.
Everyone was watching, but Latham kissed her like no one else existed. The kiss was deep, consuming, and left no doubt about his feelings. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a declaration. Dorothea was his. She was his wife, his love. And Albert would never get to have her. Not ever.
Albert felt every drop of blood in his body surge to his head. His heart twisted painfully in his chest, the sting spreading through him until he barely knew what to do with himself. He’d been in denial for so long, refusing to believe Dorothea would ever cross those invisible lines to be with someone like Latham. Yet here she was, proving to everyone that she had chosen Latham, no questions asked.
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Dorothea, tense and trembling, stopped thinking altogether. Every part of her awareness centered on the way Latham’s lips moved against hers, the way he drew her in, then let her go just to come back again. He traced the shape of her mouth, deepening the kiss, then easing back, only to start all over.
At some point,
her whole body
softened against him. Without realizing it, she grabbed onto the front of his suit, bunching the fine fabricam her fist. Latham took th Kint and finally let her go, putting back slowly.
Their lips shone in the light, both a little breathless. Latham let his hand drift easily down her waist, grinning. “So, does that clear things up? Pretty sure I don’t like men p>
If Ladd had been there, he would’ve given Latham a standing ovation. It felt incredible. Jarrett looked furious, his face practically turning green.
So this was Latham’s big move, crashing Albert’s wedding for a second time.
Albert’s hands clenched so tightly his knuckles stood out, his eyes growing darker and darker. Anger burned just beneath the surface.
Latham wasn’t interested in dragging things out. “Let’s go. Time to head home p>
Dorothea smiled. “Yeah, let’s p>
Jared, who’d been sitting with the guests, quietly got up to follow them out.
Back at the front, the actual bride and groom looked like they wanted to disappear. The MC just stood there clutching the mic,
running through every possible script in his
head, but nothing seemed right for a scene this out of control.
Elise watched Dorothea’s retreating back with a look no one could quite read, her
gaze lingering as Dorothea walked away.
Finally, Albert took a long breath and forced out the words, cold and tight. “Sorry, everyone. The wedding is on hold for today p>