The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 611

Catherine sent back a question mark. *[I just got the offer from SilverLeaf Industries. Even though I'm starting from the bottom, I'll work hard and won't let you down!]*

SilverLeaf? Lance?

Catherine grabbed her phone and stormed out of her room, heading straight for Lance's door.

But just as she raised her hand to knock, she froze.

Staring at the closed door, the questions he had asked her in the car suddenly echoed in her mind.

"What did Lemuel say to you?"

"What else?"

Lance had noticed something was off with her expression; he had guessed Lemuel told her more than she was letting on.

His mind had always been terrifyingly sharp.

She bit her lower lip, suddenly unsure of what to say to him.

A soft click sounded from behind her.

Turning around, she saw Lance leaning casually against the doorframe of his study. Dressed in a crisp black button-down, he stood with his back to the bright lights, casting his handsome face in a brooding, enigmatic shadow.

"You're still awake?" Catherine broke the silence.

Lance gave a low hum of acknowledgment. His dark gaze settled heavily on her, letting a thick silence stretch between them.

She was wearing soft, cream-colored cotton pajamas, her hair wrapped in a towel. Her bare face was flawlessly radiant, her features naturally stunning even without a drop of makeup.

In fact, her fresh-faced beauty only made it harder to look away.

And with the faint, lingering love bites peeking out from the collar of her shirt, she was an incredibly seductive sight.

"I need to talk to you about Lemuel," Catherine said, bracing herself. "Why did you send him a job offer?"

"What else was I supposed to do?" Lance asked. "Watch you agonize over it every day and barely touch your food?"

It hadn't been every day. She had only picked at her meals a couple of times.

But Lance had clearly lost his patience before she even had the chance to figure it out herself.

Lance reached back and flicked off the study light, falling into step beside her. "I'll sleep in your room."

"What?" Catherine gasped, whipping her head around to stare at him. "With... me?"

"No!"

He continued walking behind her, his intentions crystal clear.

Before he could even respond, she shot him down, her stance firm and completely defensive.

"Not with you. With Lanny," Lance said smoothly, brushing past her toward her bedroom door. "But if you need me, I can oblige you as well."

Catherine hurried after him. "It's not raining tonight. What happened the other night won't happen again."

Lance stopped right at her doorway, throwing her own logic right back at her. "Don't worry. What happened the other afternoon won't happen again, either."

The other afternoon?

Catherine swallowed hard, a sudden lump forming in her throat.