Chapter 93
“Just call and ask them to bring some motion sickness medicine p>
Dorothea did as she was told, still a little stunned. She never imagined Latham could look so vulnerable. In her mind, he was always the guy with a teasing smile, impossible to read, like he was hiding a dozen secrets behind those eyes. Now, though, he seemed fragile, almost like a fox desperate for someone to comfort him.
A male fox spirit… That thought made her heart skip and her cheeks flush all the way to her ears. Why would she even think of calling him that?
When the crew delivered the medicine, she helped Latham sit up and take it.
“Don’t go. Will you stay with me?” His voice was soft, his dark eyes wet and fixed on her. Something inside her melted.
“Alright, I’ll stay. Try to sleep, okay p>
She ended up feeding him half a bowl of oatmeal, running back and forth until she was exhausted herself. At some point, she leaned against the bed, closed her eyes, and drifted off.
Meanwhile, the supposedly sick Latham lay there, blinking slyly.
The next morning, Dorothea woke up sweating. It felt like she’d spent the night clinging to a metal pole. As she opened her eyes, she froze-Latham’s face was just inches from hers. Her eyes shot wide open.
What was happening? How had she ended up in bed with him?
Their position was beyond awkward. Her leg was sandwiched between his, and his arm was draped over her waist. Honestly, it looked like they’d been married for years.
Dorothea held her breath, trying to gently pry his hand off her waist with two fingers. But Latham just let out a sleepy groan and hugged her tighter.
No way. She needed to get out of here, fast.
She yanked her leg free and, finally, Latham’s dark eyes fluttered open.
“Dorothea?” His voice was thick with sleep. “Why are you in my room p>
She bit her lip, shook off his arm, and threw back the covers. “You need to open your eyes. This is my room p>
Latham rubbed his forehead, pretending to think hard. “Sorry. I got seasick yesterday. Did you take care of me all night p>
He looked at her with this knowing, almost teasing expression, as if to ask, So how
did taking care of me turn into sharing a bed?
Dorothea glared at him, determined to defend herself. “I was sitting right over there, looking after you. Did you try something while was asleep? Again
That “again” said a lot.
Latham raised an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting that, while seasick, I carried you into bed p>
Dorothea just stared at him, at a total loss for words.
She didn’t want to argue about it anymore. She jabbed a finger at his chest Xou seem fine now, right? This my room. Please l
Latham tossed off the covers. “Sorry for keeping you up all night p>
He hadn’t done anything, but somehow, the way he said it made it sound like something happened.
Dorothea couldn’t take it anymore. She bit her lip and snapped, “Just shut up, will you p>
Latham gave her a wounded look. “Sorry, don’t be mad. I’m going p>
on self “This
But as he got out of bed, he paused, grabbed a pillow, and held it in front of is you know that, right p>
normax
She really, really didn’t want to know.
Dorothea snorted. “Mr. Stephens, aren’t you supposed to like men p>
Latham, still clutching the pillow, walked to the door and paused. “Is it possible I suddenly turned straight p>
The door slammed so hard it nearly hit his nose.