Chapter 205

Dorothea hadn’t touched a drop that night. Carmen, on the other hand, had definitely overdone it. The scent of alcohol clung to her like a second skin.

“Carmen, let me take you home,” Dorothea offered.

Carmen waved her off, grinning and slurring her words. “No need. I’ve already called a driver. You don’t have to worry about me, Dorothea. Seriously p>

She giggled, her voice thick. “Besides, what if you ran into Albert? I didn’t protect you before, but now it’s my turn to look out for you p>

Dorothea felt a wave of warmth rush through her. Her past with Albert had nothing to do with Carmen. She shouldn’t have to feel guilty about any of it, but Carmen always took things to heart.

Especially after Dorothea decided to marry Latham, Carmen seemed even more upset. She couldn’t understand why Dorothea would settle for a man who, from all appearances, wasn’t even interested in women. Dorothea deserved so much better.

But it turned out to be a big misunderstanding. Latham was actually more attentive and caring than Carmen had ever expected.

Dorothea stayed with Carmen while they waited for the car. Thankfully, the driver arrived quickly. Even tipsy, Carmen was still trying to take care of her.

“Dorothea, come on, get in too. I’ll make sure you get home first, then I’ll head back p>

Dorothea didn’t argue. She just slid into the car, feeling oddly touched by Carmen’s insistence.

When Dorothea finally got home, she realized she hadn’t messaged Latham to let him know she’d be late. Standing in the entryway, she checked her phone. No messages from him. She figured he wasn’t home yet.

The apartment was so dark, the shadows seemed almost alive. That’s when she noticed a shape slouched on the sofa.

Her heart jumped into her throat and she dropped her bag. The sound echoed sharply in the quiet.

“You’re home?” Dorothea frowned. “Why are you sitting in the dark p>

She fumbled for the switch and the soft strip lights flickered on, revealing Latham lounging on the sofa, completely relaxed.

“I dozed off waiting for you,” he said, stretching as he reached under the coffee table. He pulled out a thick envelope. “Come here. I made some updates to our marriage agreement p>

Dorothea hesitated for a moment, not sure what he was up to, but walked over anyway, choosing a seat on the other end of the sofa.

“Was there something wrong with the last agreement? Why change it now p>

“There were definitely some issues,” Latham replied, his tone calm and deliberate. “The old agreement was based on the idea that I was into menso some things didn’t make sense. I’ve made a few changes p>

He flipped to a page and pointed. “For example, before, there was nothing about us living together. Now there is.” He looked at her like this was the most normal thing in the world, and tapped the next line. And about our… marital life think five times a week is reasonable. Any objections p>

Dorothea’s eyes widened. “Marital life?” Her voice shot up. Of course she had objections.

“Why are you adding this?” she demanded.

Latham gave a lazy smile, totally

unbothered. “Well, there was a

misu

thought

iliked me

before. You

but now you

know don’t. Plus, my family has a

rule. No cheating after marriage. Ever p>

He looked her straight in the eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m perfectly healthy. If you want proof, we can get checked out at a hospital of your choice. Physical needs are part of a healthy marriage, right p>

Yeah, right. Dorothea wanted to smack him.

How could he talk about something so shamelessly and stay so calm?

“I don’t agree! And five times is way too much p>

Latham just smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Then let’s say four days a week. That’s as low as I’ll go p>