Chapter 342
After she finished her skincare routine, Dorothea walked back into the bedroom and found Latham completely absorbed in his tablet. Normally, he wasn’t the type to waste time playing on his phone. Most nights, he’d just read financial news or something equally boring.
She glanced at his screen and noticed a flood of memes and comments. Curiosity got the better of her. “What are you looking at p>
“Just comments from people online. Check this one out, I’ll read it to you p>
The first comment said, “First time I’ve ever shipped a couple and they turned out to be real. I must have a sixth sense or something p>
The next one made Dorothea cringe. “She fusses, he soothes. She gets moody, he just laughs. And Latham is a literal CEO! Where do you even find a husband like that p>
Then there was, “Has anyone noticed Latham works out for two hours every morning? The man’s got insane stamina. Dorothea, you hit the jackpot p>
Latham read each comment slowly, word for word. Dorothea just wanted to hide under the covers.
“Babe, do you think I have amazing stamina?” he asked, completely straight-faced.
She couldn’t believe he was actually reading those ridiculous posts. Honestly, was there anyone more self-obsessed than this man? She rolled her eyes, flopped onto the bed, and ignored his question. All she said was, “Go to sleep p>
Latham put his tablet down and scooted closer, gently placing his hand on her still- flat belly. “Honey, I bought a stethoscope p>
Dorothea was already half-asleep and didn’t hear him at all.
With no answer, he just smiled to himself. “Goodnight, babe. Goodnight, little one p>
Outside the villa, Walton had been lurking for a while, watching and waiting. The moment he saw Latham drive off in his flashy sports car, his eyes lit up.
“Look at her. Marries rich and forgets all about her family,” he muttered, spitting on the ground. He stomped up to the door, grumbling under his breath, and knocked.
A staff member from the show opened the door.
“Who are you here for?” they asked.
“Oh, you’re filming that show, right? I’m her uncle. I’m here to see Dorothea p>
Coincidentally, the crew really had arranged a segment that day where Dorothea would chat with friends. No one suspected a thing.
“She’s on the first floor. You can head in p>
“Wait up,” someone called, stopping Walton. “Let me put a mic on you first p>
Walton’s face lit up. “Sounds good to me p>
Inside, Dorothea had just cooked herself some shrimp and poured a bowl of porridge. She was actually
pretty.please shexate
pretty pleased with how her cooking
was tuming out, and she ate with real enjoyment. That all changed
when she looked up and saw Walton
at the door. Her expression
immediately darkened.
“Dorothea, it’s your uncle. You didn’t even tell me you were pregnant! I had to find
out from reality TV. I came all this way just to congratulate you p>
She had no idea how Walton found the house or why he was here. She didn’t need to ask, though. Whatever it was she doubted it was. Her face was cold as she asked Why are you here p>
The room felt icy all of a sudden.
Walton gave a weird little laugh. “You’re basically a celebrity now. Why wouldn’t I visit p>
He put a few bags on the floor. “These are some health
much, but it’s all can affet
supplements for you. I know it’s not
look down on me, okay p>
Dorothea glanced at the bags and frowned, instantly rejecting them. “No thanks. You should keep them for yourself p>
Walton didn’t seem bothered at all. He just plopped down on the sofa like he owned the place.
“If I took them back, that’d look weird. Just take them. It’s nothing.” Meanwhile, the live comment feed was going wild with curiosity.
“Is it just me, or does Dorothea really not like her uncle p>
“Well, duh. Once you make it big, who wants their broke relatives hanging around p>
“But her uncle seems harmless. He’s not making her do anything. Why’s she being so cold p>
“We don’t know what’s really going on here. Maybe we shouldn’t judge too fast p>