The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 149

“If there was even the slightest chance with Gavin, I wouldn’t even think about going back to SilverLeaf.”

That voice kept echoing in Lance’s mind. Every time he replayed it, his face grew darker.

He watched Catherine with that sharp, unblinking stare of his. She had no idea she was being scrutinized so closely.

Lorinda was on Catherine’s side, too. After a round of venting, she reminded Catherine to be careful at SilverLeaf.

Catherine listened quietly, her thoughts a tangled mess.

She heard a baby crying faintly through the phone. “Alright, you go take care of the baby. We’ll talk later,” she said softly.

She hung up, slipped her phone into her pocket, and turned to leave.

A sudden chill made her pause. She felt someone watching her and, almost against her will, glanced over.

That was when she met Lance’s intense gaze. It felt like his eyes could burn right through her. Her throat tightened, as if she’d swallowed a mouthful of cotton.

He narrowed his eyes, and it was impossible to look away.

Catherine tried to act like she hadn’t seen him, but there was no pretending now. Their eyes had already met.

She walked over, gave a small nod. “Lance, you’re still here.”

“Mhm.” He made a low sound, barely a word. “Don’t let Adelina’s comments get to you, Catherine. She means well. I’m not forcing you to stay.”

Catherine’s heart skipped.

He called Adelina kind-hearted, leaving her unsure of where she stood.

She bit her lip, eyes down, keeping her feelings hidden.

“If you want to leave, just sign the resignation papers.”

After tossing out those words, Lance turned and headed down the steps, his tall frame practically radiating superiority.

Catherine hurried after him, catching up with a couple of quick steps. “What if I don’t want to leave?”

“When your wings are strong, it’s only natural to want to fly,” he said, almost teasing, striding confidently ahead.

“Catherine, thank you,” he said, sounding genuinely relieved.

They were barely friends, and he’d only asked for help because he had no one else to turn to. He hadn’t expected her to actually pull through.

“Don’t mention it. I hope Pansy’s okay,” she replied, her voice calm.

“When things settle down, let me take you to dinner. Please say yes. Otherwise, I’ll feel guilty.”

“If it works out, sure,” Catherine said, catching his need to repay her and not wanting to make things awkward.

The call was short. Later, Lewis sent her another thank you on social media.

She didn’t reply. Her mind was too full of thoughts about going back to SilverLeaf in the morning.

She barely slept that night.

By nine the next morning, Catherine was already at the office, waiting outside Lance’s door a good half hour early.