After the Fall A Leap into a Stranger's Arms novel Chapter 228

"What's your problem? You almost spilled the coffee I made for Lawrence!"

Catherine stopped in her tracks. Why was there a girl's voice in Lawrence's office? She leaned closer and peeked through the barely open door. Inside, a young woman in a tight dress, makeup perfectly done, stood with her hands on her hips and glared at a cleaner.

The cleaner, clutching a rag, looked nervous and stammered, "I was just here to wipe the desk."

"Clean all you want, but who said you could touch Lawrence's coffee mug? I brewed that coffee just for him with special beans," Bonnie said, her voice rising.

The cleaner flinched and apologized in a hurry. "Sorry, Bonnie. I didn't mean to."

"If you spill this coffee, you couldn't pay for it even with a month's salary," Bonnie snapped. Then, noticing someone at the door, she narrowed her eyes. "Who's out there?"

Catherine felt her anger rising. What was this overbearing assistant doing in her husband's office? And since when did she have the right to make coffee for Lawrence? What exactly was she up to?

Without a word, Catherine pushed the door open and walked in. She barely looked at Bonnie before turning to the cleaner. "Could you step outside for a minute?"

The cleaner shot Catherine a grateful glance, nodded, and quickly slipped out, closing the door behind her.

Now it was just Catherine and Bonnie.

Bonnie ran her eyes over Catherine, taking in her sharp suit, her confident vibe, and a face so stunning it made Bonnie seethe with jealousy.

"So what?" Catherine stepped closer, her eyes cold. "You're supposed to be an assistant, but instead of working, you sit around dreaming about your boss and pushing other employees around. Don't you have any shame?"

Bonnie's temper flared. She'd already had a rough day and now this woman was calling her out. "Who do you think you are, coming in here and lecturing me? So what if I like Lawrence? It's none of your—"

A sharp slap rang out.

Bonnie's head snapped to the side. She grabbed her cheek and stared at Catherine, completely stunned. "You hit me?"

Catherine brushed her hands together, looking unbothered. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Catherine. Lawrence is my husband. And this is my father's company." She paused, letting it sink in. "You just stood here and bragged about liking my husband right in front of me. Who else would I hit?"